the butterflies want out.
they tickle your tummy
moshing anxiously.
you find yourself
in the heat of the moment
impatiently waiting for someone to make the first move.
because you both want it.
as bad as the most detrimental addiction
you want it.
for lips to brush and hands to touch
you want it.
hurry up,
the butterflies want out.
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