| 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. |
| < -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------> |
| < -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------> |
| Poemission |
| Fruits of the Loom |