Oh Those Bubbles
For beneath these bubbles, lies a porcelain skin
Shapes of she submerged within
Undulations in rest amidst this misty place
All that appears is a maidens face
In slow rise she stands so wet
Images this poet will never forget
Bubbles in places where hands should delight
Curvaceous she, a most beautiful sight
For now with this towel I'll dry you down
Hands in adventure like a loving gown
Places of delight allows you to sigh
As I stand before you, you with those eyes
We walk on rose petals I had laid down before
Leading to heaven through our bedroom door
Naked to bare as you lie on our bed
Lips now in touch, love shall be said
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