Ma Meilleure Fleur

My wings grew tired - you caught my eye.

I landed on your petals.

Rested.

Looked.

Curious to see what lay beneath.

I feel my legs settle into the surface of your cool, comfortable flesh.

You do inspire; I'm mesmerized.

Slowly.

Quietly.

I feel you decaying beneath my feet.

Je suis un Papillion - feeding on your carrion.

 

 

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[Bud]

Brilliant write! Very interesting perspective. Keep up the Outstanding works of art!