Can't you feel the shimmer?
Can't you feel the shutter,
inside it felt soft as butter?
then came out as a stutter.
a reach of the hand,
a touch of hearts,
a uniting of souls.
Love in bloom shakes the foundation of solidity.
Lips touching lips,
hot deep gasping of air for breath,
 suspended in time I linger with this feeling,
as universes form and explosions of joy spread out as new stars,
moon beams shine their glistening light,
forming a whole new world of pure delight.
Our ship of joy continues on through the galaxies exploring each and every new world,
do I want to come home?
no I want to adventure on.
So I sturdy myself, 
ignoring the earthquake inside,
but it won't give up its ride. 
It explodes in excitement and releases all the beautiful butterflies of joy.
Who cares about the tremor of the shake when such beauty of feelings adventure out to thrill.
So our ship travels on further than any before,
powered by the joy of excitement,
the touch of love.

A never ending explosion, 
which ventures out to the outerlimits of emotion,
 reaching the God of love,
and the angels of affection.
So ignore the butterflies within,
and have no fear of the shake, 
or anything else of regress.
This is the point of no return,
lost in lust,
the joy of love which bonds the heart and soul,
person to person,
love to love.

We embrace harder, 
our created universe is about to extend its boundaries,
still we venture on with no thoughts of halt,
no intentions of ending.
Our universe explodes again leaving many new worlds of creation.
Cupid now needs help, 
spreading his love relation.

If I bring you to this universe,
I will not forsake thee,
so forget the butterflies,
the shakey little icons of nervous delight.
Calm down your tension,
and sturdy your ship of exploration.

I remember those first butterflies so well,
so I traveled back for a spell.
I can never get back to the beginning,
because it never ended,
it merely extended.

Butterflies.

G