she’s kissed by the sun and bitten by the moon…

she’s kissed by the sun and
bitten by the moon

– butterflies rising

she’s sun-kissed and moon-bitten

– butterflies rising

pretty and dirty and beautiful
and wild all at once

– butterflies rising

if it comes
close to you,
it has to be destiny-colored
and deep. souled.
there is too much gold in that skin
for anything but sure hands
to touch it.
there is too. much. fire. in that chest…
they’ve got to dance with your wildness
and play in your beautiful mess
and drip wild poetry on your lips
with their kiss.

if it comes close to you,
it has to feel like this.
nothing less.

– butterflies rising

wild poetry on our lips when we kiss

– butterflies rising

we can kiss slow and wild until we forget time and collapse.

smoke & sugar…

you’ve got
too much gravity
in your head.
so take it easy.
and put the heavy down.
we could be delicate here.
or not…
you could come mix
that smoke on your lips
with the sugar on mine
and we can kiss slow and wild
until we forget time
and collapse.

– butterflies rising