Steven Hunley
10-03-2013, 11:49 PM
Soap Bubbles
Sometimes I think,
Our love-affair was inflated as easily as children’s soap bubbles and just as immature,
Buoyed upward by sensuous adventures, promises, soft whispered words,
We soared.
Drifting on gusts of Great Expectations like Pip, and like poor Oliver begging for more,
And in the end our erotic affair as easily burst,
Staining the tapestry of our lives with residues of sorrow.
©Steven Hunley 2013
http://youtu.be/WBupia9oidU
Sometimes I think,
Our love-affair was inflated as easily as children’s soap bubbles and just as immature,
Buoyed upward by sensuous adventures, promises, soft whispered words,
We soared.
Drifting on gusts of Great Expectations like Pip, and like poor Oliver begging for more,
And in the end our erotic affair as easily burst,
Staining the tapestry of our lives with residues of sorrow.
©Steven Hunley 2013
http://youtu.be/WBupia9oidU