
i want to fall
into that beautiful life
into the soft spaces
into the glow
where there’s moonlight
where there’s soul light
and where it means
something if you come close
and let your heart beat
against mine
– butterflies rising
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i want to fall
into that beautiful life
into the soft spaces
into the glow
where there’s moonlight
where there’s soul light
and where it means
something if you come close
and let your heart beat
against mine
– butterflies rising
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this love
comes sweetly
this gentle awakening
like warmth on your skin
and a breath on your neck
let it say so softly…
you are more than enough.
– butterflies rising
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i want to
tangle with you,
and fall into you,
and feel all of you,
your breath, your skin,
your hands, your heart,
your everything…
all of it, all of you,
all around me
– butterflies rising
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she’s a
wildflower on fire
with all that
sweet soul sugar
making your heart. beat.
and your skin cells rise,
she’s wild butterflies,
and the way she looks at you
under a wild moon
making your pulse move,
her beautiful chaos
asking you to dig deep
into that passion in your bones
and bleed out all those beautiful things
that your own wildfires hold.
– butterflies rising
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let me learn how to hold my own fire before
you ask my heart to catch fire for you.
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i like you brave,
i like you breathing free,
i like you feeling all of you in you
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sometimes
we love
in fingertip touch…
and it’s
just as close as
we can get
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love like breathing…
i think love is breath…
you breathe in, and come close,
and feel this, and feel me,
and feel it all,
and it takes you all in…
so you breathe out, and step back,
and feel you, and feel it all,
and take yourself in…
until you breathe in again
i think there has to be that breathing,
there have to be those exhales…
that space to take in new air and to
breathe back into yourself
i just think there’s breathing,
i think love should feel like breathing
– butterflies rising
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