I soft soap
your breasts
your nipples
play hide ‘n’ seek
amidst the bubbles
peek-a-boo
your nipples
peeping through
your soapy dress.
I polish each
like a master craftsman
until they gleam
immaculate
your nipples
pert & pretty & pink.
“Ok, love
anyplace else
ya want
me to wash? ”
And you say:
“Yes.”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh, my dear...you are such a sensational master at the play on words game! And how well you take a simple phrase like this....and turn it into something so luciously sexy!