The Invite.

Welcome O butterfly.

You dont know how colorful you are,

How beautiful your wings are.

Your drift is gracefull,

Your flight is lite,

Your flutter to see a delight.

My red hue,

the shiny curves

The feathery feel,

The contours are just momentary.

As is your life,

My existence too is temporary.

Starting as a bud I took a few days to bloom,

Ignorant of the impending doom

I did not see the approaching gloom.

A struggle it was to blossom

And attain this lovely sheen

I have still managed to be alive

Away from the hands of the MEAN.

Braving the heavy rain,

The harsh sun and the unseen

I am eager to suckle you to heights pristine.

Come my love before its too late,

Enjoy my kiss of life and satiate.....

THE KISS

The butterfly looped down softly,
Landing with whiskers spread deftly,
Onto her bosom so lovely.

To avoid the tickle he placed his legs carefully.

Once set he first gave her a joyous hug,

Saw the rose rise in a shiver of a shrug

And open up more in a shy blush

Ecstasy turned into a tremendous flush

The petals shivered to let out virgin nectar in a rush.

Into the flood of juice he dipped

Little by little the nectar he sipped

Twas the first time a red rose he had lipped.

Yeah yeah go on babe,dont stop said the rose,

I shall well up all i can to the shore,

please drink more and more.

The hug became an embrace,

Made heartbeats to race,

Love blossomed with lovers face to face.

Both amalga-mated into a brace,

Until between them was left no space.

Into a dizzy flip went the butterfly,

Pregnant with the juices he could hardly fly.

THANKS SAID THE ROSE,a trifle SHY

BUT

Taking no heed he left on the SLY.

Realising his folly he swooped down from the sky

In the end to tell the RED ROSE a final goodbye.....