Softest Touch

Butterflies

In my stomach

Every time my eyes fall into hers

The knowing smirk flirting with her lips

Every time

I, not so discreetly, shift my gaze

Quickly

To the white tile below my feet or the generic painting on the wall

Butterflies

In my stomach

Every time she sneaks behind me

To ask a question or point out a report

Feeling her body heat

Her stretched out arm

Pointing to numbers on my screen

That I suddenly lost the ability to see

Butterflies

In my stomach

When she peeks into my soul

Over her happy hour lemon drop Martinis

And my strawberry daiquiris

Butterflies

In my stomach

Every time she kisses my lips

And slides the curtain of black hair behind my ear

Every time she holds my hand

And slides her fingers along my waist

Butterflies

In my stomach

Every time her Coco Chanel mixes with my J'adore Dior

Every time she hold me close

And whispers I love you in my ear