A Dead Butterfly

Quaffing the nectar from the flowery contour of your disguised body, 

The azure could have died.

But the licentious soul couldn't stop me to slurp the nectar blended with venom.

How could have I restricted myself, 

I had fallen in love with you, 

And I had all the right to become libidinous for you at the cost of anything, 

And life was a mere thing? 

I am going to die now as a dead butterfly, all deprived of the love 

That you are going to share with 

Others in the name of love.