Butterflies
Penned by D.C. Mitchell

More often than not I find myself thinking of you

Constantly wondering, are you thinking of me too?

The moments we're apart seem like an eternity,

Wrapped in your arms is where I long to be.

Shall I tell you what you do to me?

Have I made it obvious for you to see?

With the slightest touch you send my heart into a flutter,

Your lips against mine stirs a flood of desire.

The way you gaze at me brings forth a blush to my cheeks,

The anticipation that ensues when you huskily speak.

In your arms I go weak at the knees,

Secret touches, stolen kisses - and butterflies.

Penned Friday, 11 May 2018