
Butterflies stir my soul
As the flesh of your warm lips
Tugs gently on my earlobe
Infusing slumber with playful wisdom
Your tongue composing the moist song
That sets my heart to dance.
Prose Andrea Hanson Kelley
Painting Marc Chagall, "The Birthday", 1915, oil on cardboard
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