30 Jan
Ode to Butterflies
Ah sweet rose!
How like a butterfly though art!
You came to me unbidden and landed in my palms,
and brought both joy and magic to my heart!
Little butterfly!
My hands you a captive made,
and I felt you flitter and flutter therein.
Such power I had, yours low laid.
Oh but alas!
I can not keep you sweet child!
Your beauty lies in freedom and flight!
So fly free and pretty into the wild!
Little butterflies!
Come and dance with me if you dare,
And if you let me I will trap you too,
And make you mine in my dark lair…
In this poem, I use the term butterfly as a metaphor for pretty submissive young women that like casual sex. The first three verses are dedicated to my latest experience with such a girl, (the rose in the first line is a reference to her name) and I wrote this for her to show I understood her need to move on and not get attached.
The first verse represents how she came to me unbidden, like a butterfly might come and land in your outstretched palm. It also speaks of how it touched me that she did. The reference to rose, is a reference to her name. The butterfly is also a reference to her helplessness and vulnerability.
The second verse is a celebration of our sexual play, how I trapped her for a time and delighted in the feel of her fluttering helplessly in my grasp. An expression of the feeling of power over such a delicate and beautiful creature. I deliberately avoided going into explicit detail on HOW I dominated her…
The third verse is my understanding of her need to move on. My recognition that she isn’t looking for a relationship, and that her beauty lies in her freedom and flight. That maybe she has such magic and joy to bring another for a time before moving on again. To try and keep her would be to lose her completely, whereas to let her free would be to keep her as a friend that she might bring me pleasure just from her presence.
The fourth and final verse is a celebration of the beautiful submissive nymphs, that wish to surrender themselves but on a temporary basis, submissive girls that enjoy and crave casual sex. It is also an open invitation for them to come to me, and be trapped in my lair for a while before I must let them go. Of course, it also contains a dark hint that maybe one day I will find such a butterfly that decides not to fly free and who will delight in being my prisoner forever…
Overall I wish present a joyous and spiritual celebration of the very women that may in past times have been branded negative and derogatory names. Not that those names can’t be used in a playful way mind you, but I present here how I really see such girls…
January 30th, 2008 at 15:35:55beautiful.
That poem will forever remain with me.
I am glad i m a muse.
Thankyou Anton
January 30th, 2008 at 17:30:25I’m glad you liked it Roisin! And it touches me that it has touched you in that way. I’m not sure why I have started writing poetry, but this is the third poem I’ve written recently (and probably the best of the three), and I hadn’t written one properly for years…
…I’m beginning to wonder if I’ve unwittingly unlocked some new potential. I never force these poems, they simply come to me unbidden, like the butterflies in the poem, although unlike the butterflies, these inspirations hold me captive and force me to write.
I might publish one of the other two I wrote…
January 30th, 2008 at 18:40:38Anton,
Loved your poem and the way you celebrate sexuality.
Too bad I’m a natural born dom and too many years older than you.You make your trap sound sweetly honey’d!
January 31st, 2008 at 01:35:19Well Sirian, sex is a truly beautiful thing, and one of the few things in life I really feel passionate about celebrating. Certainly my best poetic inspiration tends to revolve around sexual themes, at least so far…
My trap may or may not be sweetly honey’d, I like to think it is. But to really know we better ask someone that’s fallen in it. Roisin?
January 31st, 2008 at 13:02:56