Borboleta skins wickedness as seen, Schmetterling close by, visits in his dream. Papillon witness to man’s sorrow; mean, Butterfly lustful, for man’s wanton cream.

Wistfully she watches his skin so cream, Senses the man’s need for release is keen, Meets him in shadows at the water’s stream!

Creeping slowly closer, hopes to be seen, Bravely he sees the creature of his dream, The only being who was never mean.

Rural riverside folk; prejudice and mean,

Striking whips, reddening his skin so cream, For an escape his tortured mind is keen.

Silently they embrace by flowing stream, Hardly daring, fear of snaring if seen,

Pretty, shining, winged angel, vampire dream.

Mariposa flies, remnants of a dream, Farfalla flies, left with grim masters mean. Borboleta promises to meet; stream, Schmetterling prepares, her lover is keen. Papillon soaking, lustful, loving cream, Butterfly returns, waiting to be seen.

Mariposa touches, shows he is seen, Farfalla offers a decadent dream, Borboleta, a sacrifice less mean.

Schmetterling to share brazen blood and cream, Papillon excites an agreement keen,

Butterfly takes him far from the cold stream.

The dark forest stream, wanton desire seen,

Sinful master’s mean, sinner’s nightmare’s dream, Blood’s red lusty cream; needs deadly keen.