The butterfl y licked the air, it would soon caress, soon savor the fl avor that triggers

the fl ow—and the hunger

The butterfl y’s wings quicken, the prey has been found,

I is time to feed, the need too is strong to resist

The butterfl y blew warmth to calm its quarry, soothing it, preparing it for eating

The silken trail stealing away from inside testify, “that’s not a problem, preparations

have already been made for you

Come—feed as you must, as I need, my silkiness prepares the repast awaiting you

The wet glistening jewel winked its approval, and impatience

“Come! Taste of me so that I may also”

I feel naked before the, come, chase, capture, devour

Thy warmth clothe my nakedness that I might know the electricity of your tongues devotion

Feel the hum of it, it hints of pleasure, and pleasures to come!