#715221 added January 10, 2011 at 10:26pm Restrictions: None
Bed Sheet
Safety is found in the clean folds of white, even milk. No one holds me back as I sink into the cool envelope that welcomes me with arms of engrossing thread. I press my face and rub into the thread, closer, closer still, but never close enough. I long to be within the yearning fibers.The chill of the material soon loses its flavor and sinks to conform with the heat of my body. I shift, searching for the icy fingers of some unknown reach of my loved one, the bed sheet.
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