Winter has arrived.
She’s replaced her
cream sheets with
fleece - skipped the
flannel stage altogether.
The chilly air nips at her
warm skin as she sheds
her clothes and slides
between the fleece.
The plush softness
feels lavish on her skin,
and she wonders why
she ever slept
any other way.
The contact of skin to
fleece is decadent, and
the stuff that dreams
are made of.
Velvet dreams,
fleece fantasies,
the perks of cold weather.
About the Creator
Colleen Walters
Just a girl who likes to write poems, usually inspired by events and people in my Florida life.. Always be you, because you are awesome. You matter. You are enough.. ❤️
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