She touched him
So innocent,
She hadn’t noticed.
A light tap to the arm;
He recalled.
Like butterflies flying to his veins
Each painting his loins,
Passing strokes to his heartstrings;
Pulling sweet melodies,
Causing an echoing shakes to his heart;
A beating as each butterfly made it’s way through.
Like an electrifying warmth to the soul
Or a jar stolen cookie
To the smile of a toddler.
So innocent ,
So young,
So pure.

A ripped page from a forgotten memior.

Light from Lita
See you soon


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