Tension is generally associated with pain or aches or some other kind of madness. But the tension I get from him is different from all of that. It's a tickle at my side that I cannot contain. When you feel that tension, you will forever look at it differently.
I tell him to stop,
The sensation is just too much for me the bear.
It's that little tickle by my ear,
As he gently brushes away my hair.
There's a tension at my side,
My right side
My left is in pain.
A sweet pain,
A joyous one at that.
Which is why I tell him to stop.
It's those sweet little nothings,
That make my heart flutter.
There's nothing better than this tension at my side.
I think this is what you call a butterfly.
There's a butterfly in my side,
And it's waiting to be freed.
Which is why I don't tell him to stop.
My pain is a butterfly,
Waiting to be freed.
There's this tension again,
But I know he cannot see.
His sweet little nothings
Cause my little butterfly to go loca.
She goes flut-flut.
She makes my heart bump-bump.
Pain can be a beautiful thing.
He causes my butterfly to give me pain.
She comes and goes at my side,
The tension inside me tickles and aches,
Until I explode and melt into him.
It hurts me to tell him to stop.
So I don't,
And my tension rots
and my butterfly is freed again.
I'll never tell him to stop.
Be my tension butterfly! Give me joyous pin and review!