Tuesday, July 7, 2009

The Butterflies

These are THE butterflies.

Oh, I've been around, I know all the different kinds of butterflies. These are the ones that are so good I can't eat, can't stop thinking about you. These are the butterflies that leave me sitting on my bed wishing I could smell you, feel you, loose myself in you, missing you with an ache so strong I can feel it in every, single part of my body. The butterflies that don't just flutter, they whirl and tremble and quiver, and as my heart pounds, I think....yes. These are the butterflies that have always lead to something...something meaningful, and life changing. These are the you are more than just a one night thing kinda butterflies, baby.

He says things like "Just wanted to let you know that I'm thinking about what an amazing woman you are and how the thought of you warms my soul." I had a bad dream and he was there...He calls me cuppycake. We have plans made, things to do, everywhere I go I wish he was with me, and he consumes my every thought from sweet to scandalous. These are the butterflies where two end up becoming one.

These are also the butterflies that terrify me. The other kinds, sure they flutter, but I control them. Those butterflies are my bitches. The butterflies I have now...part of me wants to run but they will catch me, and I just want to run to you, anyway.

I don't fucking want these butterflies if they are slowly, painfully, one by one, going to drop from the sky and die. Maybe in 6 months, maybe in 3 years, whatever. I don't want them if they aren't going to fade into something better...something lasting, strong, healthy and safe. I want them to go away so bad sometimes.

But not as bad as I want you. Here. Now. Forever?

These are THE butterflies.

16 comments:

sheri amor said...

how sweet and erotic :) i get it :)

brooke said...

damn lady...you know how to work the verbiage...seriously...i can actually feel every emotion in the words you lay out...amazing.

and "those butterflies are my bitches" completed my week.loveit!

AmyT said...

Nicely said........so true.

Mika said...

awesomely said.

Annie said...

wow, love the post!
whenever i think of my man i want him. here. now. forever...

SuzANNE said...

I love when my butterflies are on steroids! LOVED this post fellow Lipstick Stain. I like how you talk of the potential demise of butterflies over time. So true but it feels nice to have them while they last. Great accompanying pic too.

heisschic said...

seriously infatuated with that pic. badly.

and about those butterflies... my favorite is when they kick in when they shouldnt. if *he*s pissed me off, or if we're trying to have an actual conversation... and all i can think about how much i want him.

Kristin said...

Here. Now. Forever. Love it.

a H.I.T. said...

Those butterflies are definitely my bishes.

Charis said...

No butterflies are my bitches, mannn, they get me every time! (except in my FL beginnings, fall 2004, of COURSE).

And I totally live in Redondo! Soccer mom capital of the world, I do believe....

Thomas said...

How do you know you aren't wrong about reading the butterflies?

Elizabeth Marie said...

I guess thats a risk I'm willing to take!

B said...

beautiful, simply beautiful. you give me butterflies:)

its sophisticated said...

I love the pic so mch

Lush said...

Oh yes. I know EXACTLY what you mean and you've expressed it magnificently.

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