Her waterfall necklace lay there, and it was thrumming, the
energy rolling from it in rushes that matched my heartbeat.
I held my hands near it, and I felt the buzz of energy tingling.
I half-closed my eyes. Multi-colored light began to flute out
of the reflective shell of the necklace, and the light transformed
into hundreds of tiny butterflies fountaining from my chest,
their wings colored soft pastels, blues, purples, greens, yellows,
peach. The room filled with them, and I felt their soft wings
brush against my skin and face, subtle impressions against my
eyelids. A sensual hum intensified in the necklace and then
it flowed into my chest and into my stomach and down through
my legs and then it flew out. The necklace slowly quieted and
the butterflies melted away, the pastel colors quietly merging
with the sunlight through the window.