Bubbles
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Sometimes . . . when the hour tickles three
and it is just you and me ( bubbles and laundry )
My thoughts begin to linger you see,
but, how can this be? . .
I am content, I am happy and free
Ohhh yes, this messy, messy hair- these painted lips of mine,
sweet like strawberries from the vine
Blowing bubbles, bubbles in the falling air
( this must be why you like to stare )
I am not unaware
Maybe I am thinking too much,
just longing for your touch
I cannot rush this, our time of sweet bliss
the warmth of your kiss
Yet, it is just you and me ( bubbles and a fantasy )
how can this be??
Being content, being happy and free
blowing bubbles, bubbles, those bubbles in the calling air
Sometimes . . . when the hour tickles three
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~ Because a playful mood lingers ~
Just a fun little scribble
Copyright © Brandy Nicole | Year Posted 2018
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