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Chasing A Butterfly by Napoleon Nalcot

Lost in the storm of your embrace
I sought to hold you
in any way I could
to feel the warmth of your touch

In what seemed a savage gesture.
You belonged to me: the spell
you wove about me
enmeshed me
like a spider’s web.

I could tell from the way
our fiery lips met;
the way our two bodies interweaved,
so tightly locked up

In the rising heat of the struggle. 
How sweet of you to love;
how tangible your skin

As soft as the dove’s feathers
dipped in cream…
pleasantness surging back
into my face

And up to what
no words could define,
knocking at the frontiers
of my chained soul.

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