He gives me butterflies.
The belly kind, and the pussy kind.
Butterflies in my bits.

He gives me butterflies in my chest
When he says my name.
He turns my eyelids into
fluttering
powdered
wings
when he make me come.

He’s The Whisperer coaxing me back
When he’s wrecked me.
pouring his love down my throat
staining me with
his particular pollen
the pearl necklace
waiting
to be.

He gives me butterflies.
The happy kind, the cheeks-sore-from-smiling-and-sucking-dick kind.
Butterflies in my bits.

 

 

 


Violet

Violet Fawkes (she/her) is a freelance writer and sex blogger focusing on pleasure education, erotic fiction, and the intersection of identity, kink and mental health.