content in the cradle
wrapped in soft cotton
all through childhood
knowing only fine chambray
until
coming of age
sashaying in silk
long lissome legs
noticed in nylon
then the first kiss and being
carressed by satin
embraced in the satiny
smooth sheets of satisfaction
until
reaching the final years of being
once again
content in the cradle
wrapped in soft cotton
etw
'Cycled' perfectly . . . written with depth and great insight - loved it!!
Hugs,
Lance
You tell it so well, ET. -gene.
Cryssa
as for me, i don't think i'll ever be content, there so much more wrapping in the portent of unknown stars ;)
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Sheila