AS BUTTERFLIES DANCE

I lie on my back, in sun, in the nudd,  
as butterflies dance from belly to bud,  
upon my bare skin they land and stay light,  
flutter of their wings raises an excite,  
their colourful wings they draw out and spread,  
brief cover my clit when they have landed.  
Six tiny feet on my most sensitive skin  
make tickles and prickles that raise my grin.  
A glow is rising south of the border  
like match just lit, then becomes broader.  
 
I imagine there'll soon come a honey bee,  
put its tongue in what starts to ooze from me.  
At times like this I wish you were here now;  
but you're not,. so I finger myself below.  
Upon the blanket I begin to writhe  
my hips side to side as I come alive,  
cracking the silence with breaths arising  
in moanings at first faint, my legs twining  
round each other at my ankles and knees,  
as hands go in deeper to bring release.  
 
My nipples now hard are pointing to skies,  
also landed on by the butterflies.....  
Then I hear sound of  my opened-shut gate;  
you surprise pop round, see me masturbate!  
We laugh, you have seen my desperation;  
you offer to resolve situation.  
To figless Adam you shameless undress,  
sit down beside me, offer your caress.  
I tell you, "I've met my need for foreplay,  
I'll just get you rising, then we'll be away!"