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By galadrial Date: 2004 Dec 15 Comment on this Work [[2004.12.15.10.22.11783]] |
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High thread count sateen, Egyptian cotton to rub you dry fingers to your scalp, playing down your neck sorting muscles too stubborn to ease themselves. So much fabric to us--- oxford blue, and domestic flannel, to cover skin from chill, or maybe just scrutiny your armour, my precious concealment, moments shared between mundane madness and demands. I would take your face in my hands, and kiss it softly, so I can remember the feel of every line and feature, print you to my senses, and nuzzle you close when least you expect it. Linens and things, and all matters domestic--- you dress my days, undress my nights, and spoon me into sweet delight, so much are you fabric of my being. |