Bubbles are fun

Would you relegate
your existance
to one of promiscuity
and loose ends?
Or will you let
yourself be lifted to
estastic heaven
in a whirlwind fit only
for two?
If ideals materialised
and dreams into foam
on my hand after a soapwash--
I would keep it there.
Ahh!
I would love to have
my cherry
and eat it.
over, over, over, over.

Another simple poem! Written purely for fun so don't think deep .. haha. Tell me!