There she is, my pert loving butterfly again,
Winking and walking up my silky warm neck.

She wiggles her wings and twinkles her lips
Though only I can feel it.

Each step of her whisper light slippers
Caresses and burns, reminding me of that time
Long ago, when your arms wrapped my waist,
Your lips graced my face, and our eyes drank
Long drafts of each other.

Her wings start to float as she reaches the crest;
Puffs of sweet butterfly wind steal my breath.

Your fingers search for my hand,
One parting remembrance,
A touch so light, is it real or imagined?

Then she's gone, silently riding her air once again.