| Wrap My dreams in white cotton panties, for no diaphanous luster is needed to adorn a treasure already glistening, the sparkle in My eye. How darling she becomes in this simple fabric of innocence nested, a permeable portal that breathes with her, pants with her, seeps with her. Woven of soft, fluffy clouds and gentle summer breezes, they feel to My pressed cheek like warm sheets’ welcome in winter’s cold, like terry-cloth rescues from the storm, but most like a serviette unfolding for My babygirl feast. |
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