I know why you love bubble baths….
It’s for the sheer joy they bring,
the sly smile they leave
curling at the corners of your mouth –
playful, inviting, seductive,
as you slip slowwwly down …
water displacing just enough
so liquid lips can lick you,
as feet, then hips, then stomach
submerge into frothy warmth,
eliciting a contented sighhh
as lathered fingers stretch
to caress those great peaks –
lingering, just above the surface.
And, standing at doorway’s edge …
I, a silent unseen voyeur,
realize I’m jealous
of the bubbles kissing you,
of their shameless effort
to conspire with the soap,
the shampoo, and the water
to hold you –
for just a while longer.
I shouldn’t be jealous,
because in truth we’re just the same.
I’m forever conspiring with Nature
to give me one more minute,
one more breath, one more kiss.
Oh, yes!
I know why you love bubble baths….
it’s for the same reasons,
that for all these years,
I’ve loved You.
Rascal
©2025
This is sweet, Richard;))
Thank you warmly, Fia,
I’m so pleased you think so, because you are, too. ; )
Happy hugs! ⁓ Rascal🖌
Dis she swoon?
Because I almost hit my head when I did. That third stanza got to me.
I declare you The Romantic Bard (I just declared myself able to do so).
Well, Dear Adira,
This, of course, is fiction, but in my imagination she did swoon, and then we made hot frothy love over and over amongst the caressing bubbles.
Ahhh-YES! That stanza is one of my faves, too … birds-of-a-feather! ; )
I’m so grateful for your deeelightful reviews, Adira, and for my new title, too.
Hugs ‘n other lovely stuff! ⁓ Rascal🖌
It’s my pleasure, truly