By Bethany Davis
The fuzzy purple blanket under me,
Like fur caressing my skin,
So soft, so sensual, like a soft massage.
Soft black fuzzy pillow under my head,
Like a cloud, soft but supporting,
Cradling my head in its arms.
Colourful Tinkerbell blanket covering me,
Soft like velvet, rubbing my bare skin,
A cocoon containing me, to change to a butterfly.
Tight thong embracing me,
Holding that precious centre,
My well of nectar, held in a sweet embrace.
Soft cami covering my breasts, my tummy, my back,
Soft on my skin, like a hug, a firm embrace,
Containing my, constraining me, freeing me.
Tight shorts hugging my hips,
My loins, my thighs, Peacock, teal, jade,
Bright and conforming to my curves.
All the textures surrounding me, holding me,
All bring contentment, like heaven,
The textures of my second skin of sleep.