I soft soap
your breasts
your nipples
play hide ‘n’ seek
amidst the bubbles
peek-a-boo
your nipples
peeping through
your soapy dress.
I polish each
like a master craftsman
until they gleam
immaculate
your nipples
pert & pretty & pink.
“Ok, love
anyplace else
ya want
me to wash? ”
And you say:
“Yes.”
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/making-a-clean-breast-of-it/
