Bath Bomb Bliss

My quiet time, with self-indulgence on my mind.

Lot of colours, bubbles, scents. Choices made by lucky dip.

Lazy Sunday afternoons, strolling naked through the room.

Water running, nice and hot, bubble foaming over the top.

Scented air wafting out.

Feeling high on pure sheer delight.

Leaning back, sinking low, water splashing to and fro.

Giggling now with childish glee, bubbles popping one by one.

Eyes now closed, limbs turned jelly, empty mind floating free.

My Bath Bomb Bliss.