Bubble Bath Sinking beneath a cloud of iridescent bubbles, the warmth of the water wrapping around my body, I slide lower, and lower, until a chorus of tiny snaps and cracklings is licking at my ears, And there I lay immersed in a warmth I’ve only ever felt one other place before, and as the bubbles slowly melt away across the softness of my breasts I find myself thinking of you. I wonder why? january 2005
