Needless Things: Suds and Funs

Steam curls up in scented air, Candles flicker — daring, rare. Laughter dances, warm and wide, Where secrets in the bubbles hide.

Porcelain dreams in blush and glow, Skin like silk, a honeyed flow. Voices rise in fizzy tones, Bath-time queens on pleasure thrones.

Champagne flutes with lips well-kissed, Naughty tales and steamy mist. Legs like vines, both long and free, Tangled in the reverie.

One slides down, a glint in eye, Another moans a bubbly sigh. Slick with suds and inner fire, Their mirth climbs higher, ever higher.

Hands like whispers skim and play, Spilling laughter down the day. Rubber ducky? Out of place — This is not your childhood space.

Steam and sparkle, slip and slide, In this tub, they never hide. Women bold and full of flare, Baring all, without a care.

So raise a glass to wicked fun, To hearts unbound, and bras undone. To nights where heat and humor blend In suds and fun that never end. NNN