fleece siren

browsing aisles

and i keep coming back

to you.

crisp, white, pristine.

beautiful.

i want you so bad.

the bank account is dwindling

and my mind is whirring

so i try to look at the others

and forget about you but 

there you are.

beckoning.

soft fleece like a siren's song and careful embossing

like rose petals caressing my eyelids;

i have to have you.

even as i touch you i know it will end in disaster.

one wine spill and

it will all be over

but my god 

you're so beautiful.

i swipe the damn credit card.