Title: Butterfly
Author: A Navy Brat
E-mail: catnmouse90637@yahoo.com
Part: 1 of 1
Rating: PG-13 for implied sexual content
Warnings: Contains spoilers for those who have not completed the Escaflowne series. Content may offend the sensibilities of some.
Summary: Hitomi's thoughts wander during a reverie and she reveals her changed emotions towards Van.
Disclaimer: All characters in this piece are owned by Bandai and whoever took part in the creation of Escaflowne. This is an original piece that does not intend to infringe upon their copyright and is strictly a non-profit endeavour. All characters are used without permission. Characters and stories are in no way affiliated with, approved of or endorsed by Bandai. All other materials copyright by A Navy Brat, 2001. All rights reserved. If you wish to post this piece at some other website, please inform me first at the e-mail address given above. Constructive criticism and reviews are appreciated. Personal criticisms should be sent to the address above. Thank you.
My thanks to: Jason, whose dedication to my work is unparalleled. And Alicia, who is always willing to give a hand.
Butterfly
By A Navy Brat, June 5, 2001
Do you ever wonder the way I do?
Do you wonder how my fingertips would feel
If I stroked you,
The way I wonder how gentle you would be
If you were to place kisses down my throat?
Are you curious as I am about
How butterfly caresses
Would tingle your skin
And our hoarse murmurs would mingle in the dark?
When you see me with half-closed eyes
As I see you sometimes,
Do you wonder the way I do
If I think the same thoughts that you do?
Do you wonder if I know the difference
Between passion and lust,
Love-making and making love
The way I do?
Is love and emotion and pleasure
As distant and obscure to you
As it is to me?
Is passion a stranger?
Do you know what it feels like
To have your lips pressed to someone's skin?
Or your body touching another's,
Like Romeo's and Juliet's hands?
My heart and soul are still chaste,
The fire of passion is but an ember.
Your mouth is the bellows to ignite
My quiet ardor.
© A Navy Brat, 2001