Challenge
You're an insect in love. With whom? Well, I'll let you decide.
Under your Spell
Your wings are so soft, pure and sophisticated.
Your hands are pure, light and delicate.
Your antennas awake, touching and groping.
Your eyes are black, mysterious and wondering.
You fly away, leaving me again.
You smell the day, taking your time and fading away.
You are my desire, which I admire.
You beautiful butterfly, take me higher.
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