Afternoon touches

Afternoon touches,
let our emotions float free,
our souls will be free.
Like the spirit of our minds.

bewitched, seeing into your emerald green eyes,
want only to see and hear soft words
like the sparkling bubbles in Champagne,
served at a good temperature.

Bubbles is popping in my mind
Creating images of bended emotions
Frustrations vanish like dew for a sunbeam
Fading in one image well-known to my hands

Don't need any translator to see you soul