Scented bubbles shimmer inviting the senses
as sensual calmness gently embraces the heart
relaxing, the heart pulses intimately with desire
while the hands of desire massage the skin
skin on skin beneath the water line
and the line between love and lust fades
the world of reality fading into nothing
nothing but intense need
the need to love.


© JG Farmer 2014

Form: Wreathed Poetry – Free Verse


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About Jez Farmer

I am a freelance writer and poet and started writing after raising my two boys as a way of discovering just who Jez is. That is still very much an on-going project but the journey so far has introduced me to many wonderful friends and fellow writers through an ever growing love of poetry.
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6 Responses to Bubbles

  1. Lovely, made me want to sink into a warm tub.

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