The butterfly in me
Roams garden to garden
Flower to flower
I kiss all sweet roses.
Flowers smile to me
Ask me to sleep with them.
They claim that they are virgin.
They all start undressing themselves.
They smile on their supressed lips.
A warm quilt of shyness
Covered us on that night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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