Vicky

You lay there in the bathtub

As I shower you in champagne

It courses over your body, through peaks and valleys

My lips follow close behind

The saltiness of your skin is complimented by the bitterness of the bubbly

And the fizz is the burning of desire

My tongue is but a preacher in your temple

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