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Butterflies

The warm crimson blood
floods my face
Indifferent on the outside
scared as hell on the inside


I close my eyes as our lips meet
for the first time
Surprised
by that warm feeling
that flows through my gut

A pleasant sparkle
set off inside me
That sends shivers
down my spine

It feels like drinking hot chocolate
on a cold winter day

I pull away suddenly
as my eyes flutter open
to see your shocked expression

Why did I do that?
Panic begins to overwhelm me
but you ignore it
Pull me close
and our lips meet once more

This time they are more familiar
smooth, buttery softness
Something I don't want to let go
But the butterflies within me
have to rest at some point



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Izzyxoxo798 said...
Apr. 24, 2012 at 8:35 am:

This is aw3som3 ..keep working on poems.. im sure you willl get better and better at it..

Great job,..

Check out my poem and story please

 
XxScarlettRainexXP replied...
Apr. 24, 2012 at 8:37 am :
lol :D ok and thanks
 
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