Interlude

In a room lit only by candlelight, we share a secret interlude of love; our witnesses the shadows of the trees and soft beams from the twinkling stars above. Before your eyes, I wave my magic wand, my eyes locked on yours in adoration; your precious bottle dripping from the brim with trembling, overdue anticipation. My hand guides my wand inside your bottle, plunging gently inside its secret depths; then it stirs the liquid your bottle holds while trying to control my shallow breaths. Finally, reaching the peak of delight, I withdraw my wand with little trouble; taking a deep breath, I blow at the tip, producing a very large…soap bubble!