flight of the butterfly, rising free
Closer than comfortable,
Jake was excited,
And yet unnerved.
By her presence.
a touch of soft skin
your lips meeting mine
closing your eyes
look, see the sign
releasing the magic
crossing the line
surrendering all
come, let me dine
sparks of white light
exploding, divine
dance of two souls
mystics intertwine
kneeling before you
expose now your shrine
most sacred demands
oh lover, be mine