Two floating soap bubbles
Swirling in a foggy haze they fumble
Gliding quietly they synchronize and lock in orbit
Eager skin is tickled before fingers finally forfeit
Warm swaying hips close-in leaving no holes
Whirlpooling rhythm out and in their control
Spontaneous giggles cause they don't mind at all
Circling until sopping and just before satisfied
Deep swallows engulf;
They, Pop!
Ahhh, sssllliiddde.