Butterflies

My stomach is where they reside,
Waiting patiently in their cage.
They are rarely restless, rarely awoken,
But your presence sends them into a frenzy.
They become uncontrollable,
Diving, darting, twisting, turning,
You have unlocked the cage, and the butterflies surge in all directions.
They force a light blush up to my cheeks,
Flushing them with pink.
Their movements control my reflexes,
Causing my eyes to dart to the floor,
Nervously flitting from your face to my shoes.
The butterflies work their way into my fingers,
Making them fidget relentlessly.
Finally, they journey towards my throat,
Causing me to stutter and giggle against my will.
But one look at you answers all my questions.
Your butterflies are still contained in your cage,
Unaware of my presence,
Waiting for another girl to release them.