Butterflies


You left me with
The little school girl feeling
The butterflies in my stomach feeling
The every time the phone ring I hope it's you feeling
I hope you see that I am awe of you
In awe of you seeing how I am
In awe of you seeing how my day is going
In awe of you wishing me a good night
We talk, and it seem like hours
You make me wish I could just jump through the phone
Just to jump your bones
I have to thank you for showing me how a woman should really feel
Confident
Worthy
And loved
Not a woman of
Lust
Desire
And worthless
You don't know how much that means

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