Crazy Bubbles

Work weary, you slowly sink
into the warm, fragrant water
jasmine scented steam
induces dreams of he who
seems so distant during these
trying times

Your mind wanders, floats
amidst the bath bubbles,
leaves your troubles sinking
to the tub bottom

Aches turn to yearning
for too long absent caresses
palms cupping your breasts,
which now bob like bouys
on an empty ocean

Eyelids drop like sailcloth
catch your desires, carry you
to past ports of call
where the two of you
roamed cobblestone streets,
heels clicking to heartbeats,
along stucco walled alleys
with alcove cafes, lovers laughing

Even now, the lighthouse beacon
pulses pink in your vision
his kisses linger on your forehead,
across your face and down your body
leaving in their wake,
remembrances of fingernails
traced along your thighs

You open your eyes,
the room is shadowed
with candlelight illumination
he is there, preparing to please you,
underwater exploration is his specialty

knees spread, his head bows
in search of buried treasure,
he submerges, purges his lungs
sends jets of air surging
whirling along pleasures passage
massaging, tingling, tickling

toes curl, tummy clenches
fingers reel his face into you,
you realize this is no mirage,
but the return of your wayward sailor
showering you in adoration