Friday, June 8, 2012


Frothy broth of hot bubbles
Tickling at my chest.
You enter beside me,
Beads of water
Glisten on your torso.
Our crystal champagne flutes
Clink together.
Cold, fizzy bubbles
Race down my throat.
Your foot strokes my ankle
And I pull you towards me.
Our wet bodies
Slip and slide.
Your hands sink down,
Lower, lower, lower.
Breathless kisses
And dizzying sighs.
A blissful adventure
In our next door neighbours
Hot tub.

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