Yes, we've been standing here, multiple times, Now you're alluring, I'm wondering why. Don't dare approach in your fine leather crimes, You know, yet you reach. How witting. How sly. Silently swooning - yes, cue in the shy, Cue in the wistful, outwardly hostile. Reckon it's too late, to turn back the dial?   Dabbling in some … Continue reading Butterflies →