He chuckled hoarsely and spread butterfly kisses across her forehead, hugging her against him even tighter.
No more butterfly sex for me.
She fluttered butterfly kisses across his face, thrilled at the heat and strength of his body so near hers.
What were you trying to do, little yellow butterfly … fly?
Liszt, in after years when they had drifted apart, wrote of her: " George Sand catches her butterfly and tames it in her cage by feeding it on flowers and nectar - this is the love period.
