FabSwingers.com forum: Butterfly (what happens when 2 minds combine)

By *Pebble- OP Woman
over a year ago

Nottingham

this is taken direct from an msn chat today, the other person knows it is being posted, this is the kind of chemistry many dream about, thankyou my friend, i hope we do this again and again

Her

its ok i was just feeling a lil sorry for myself

big smile back on face...hi how are you lol

Him

Just having a bit of a mooch. Working this evening

Her

its frustrating

Him

What is? Your sex life?

Her

so many people want me but few really want me if that makes any sence

Him

Not a huge amount. Or rather - open to misinterpretation

Her

exactly

Him

How do you want to be wanted?

Her

i want to be respected and cherished and adored lol whilst free to do what ever i want

Him

Like a butterfly

Not stuck on a pin in case

*Not grabbed hold of and damaged

Her

to have people walk that line between persistant and pushy, between wanting and crude

Him

But allowed to flutter in the sunshine - moving from flower to flower

Sipping the sweet sweet nectar

Her

like a butterfly, i'll sit in your hand as long as i want to

carried by breezes swept by gales but always knowing my way home

Him

and dancing with a mate in the sun

Her

how fickle are daydreams...

Him

I think they're perfectly valid

Unfortunately most blokes are dumb pricks

Her

like a screaming yet unhurried whisper like a munting unheeded yearning

sighhhhhhh

Him

A lot of people don't realise that they're seraching - and just blindly stumble around

Some people know they are looking and enjoy the constant activity

And then there are some others

Her

like me....

Him

They know that they will never find exactly what they are looking for and are doomed to searching with that knowledge

Now and then able to forget, if only briefly, but all too soon the realisation returns

Her

ever hopefull....

and happy to mosaic there needs from those that do fill their world

Him

But unable to forget that they will never truly succeed

So they borrow the enjoyment of others

Wearing it like a cloak for a time

Her

dancing a little out of time

Him

Never quite warm enough

Always a little apart

Her

burnt often by that driving search, something to ease the chill

Him

Never giving up

Willing to try anything for that ever-elusive fix

Her

ever hopefull

Him

It is the hope that hurts so much

Her

and the hope that drives those butterfly wings on towards destruction...

unless by chance santuary is found

in the most unlikely of places

Him

flying into the storm - for that is their destiny

some brief respite

a place to touch down and shelter

Her

to warm that fragileness that knows only too soon it will be banished enforced freedom setting forth flight again

Him

only to hope that the respite at least lasts long enough to draw breath

So that you don't find yourself sat against a cold wall, knees drawn-up, apart from the naked people around you. That just a minute before you were so much a part of.

Her

long enough to ponder upon all that has been learnt

to be wiser stronger braver, to choose to fly directly into the storms ahead, to demand santuary to demand a little warmth

Him

To say "This time. This time it is mine."