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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!
Copyright ©
Ron VanHooser
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