Schmetterling; in her cocoon he does lay. Papillon protects her man from death’s dust, Butterfly implores her loved one to stay.

Mariposa offers eternal stay,

Farfalla drinks his blood, requited trust. Borboleta watches where he does lay,

Schmetterling’s first feed, waits to feed her lust. Papillon watches preparing for play, Butterfly ready as soul turns to dust.

First feed of three, he wakes in smoky dust,

Wishing forever to be hers, to stay,

He breaches cocoon, hands reach in true trust!

She floats towards him, the bed where he lay, Removing her flowing gown, grows in lust, Man becomes master, now ready to play.

Milky breasts, sparkling wings needing play, Bare, curved legs approach settling the dust, He stands tall, toiled muscles flex and stay.

As roles switch, she surrenders, offers trusts,

Master feeds her his blood, makes her his lay, His hardness fills her and feeds his own lust.

Mariposa flexes writhing in lust,

Farfalla’s thirst fed, she wants him to play. Borboleta thrown under his stride’s trust, Schmetterling performs, hopes for him to stay. Papillon soaking, in ancient home’s dust, Butterfly in sated stupor does lay.

Mariposa in frightened stupor does lay, Farfalla fears eternity will drive lust, Borboleta would be alone, no play.

Schmetterling heartbroken would turn to dust, Papillon one more bite for him to stay,

Butterfly wonders if him she can trust.

Hoping she can trust, watching where he lay, He may use her play, play on her night’s lust, Escape from her dust; she needs him to stay.