Butterflies.

I can taste your blood rushing through your veins,
I can feel your numbing lips;
I can move my face against your tongue,
And lick across your hips.
I can inhale your body
And hold your breath;
I can trace your neck
And embrace your chest.
I can spread your heart
And break your wings;
I can write your life,
And weave your dreams.
I can hear your presence,
Feel your words;
Hold the destructed,
Love the disturbed.