Hot Watered Laughter

Exponentially,
You tickled my soul
and liken to hot water,
You steamily fogged my
vision and dreamily
I tumbled into a wellspring
of our love.

Tepid rain flowed with
Wonderful Freedom
from the gateway
to our souls,
with comfortable ease
as if we’d done this so
many times before.

Like the eyes of a storm
our laughter softened
for a silent repast
only to loudly resume
when our eyes met in
sensual playfulness
frozen in time
with NO memory of
what tickled our hearts
in the first place.

Hot watered laughter!
Our eye wear fogs up, anew!