Spring Migration
my heart, still races
as our bodies collide
and fingers intertwine
nervous laughter escapes
instead of the lust we crave
the beat too fast
how do I act when our energy
over powers my logic?
does the sensation replicate?
do you feel the heat move from my veins to yours?
a simple touch---
an interpretation of one-thousand butterflies
kissing you.
please do not fly without me
as unconditional as lust is
I want you to stay.
