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 http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-19.php