She writes from her bath
Her body floating at half mast
One breast rising as a island
Erupting as a volcanic land mass Suds adorning its lovely pink cap
Her thighs crest
Through soapy water
Smooth as wet glass
Her hands sponging legs
Too slippery to grasp
Candles align her flagship
Lights appearing through the fog
She writes stories in bubbles
Blown from her beautiful lips
Bursting into provocative print