A Poem of Textures
I slip between the rich chocolate brown 700-thread count microfiber sheets,
the smoothly silky fabric slipping along the contours of my body.
A dusty blue soft-as-new-grass blanket coddles me,
and there is a metallic sheen to the coverlet,
swirling, intricate patterns reflecting the light
in glints of sea foam and coppery bronze.
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