Ode to Slub Cotton

woman wearing a slub shirt

From yard work to dishes to sleeping all day
Pajamas and t-shirts, at work and at play
In all that she does I can certainly say
I happily cheer for slub cotton

In her eyes it’s comfy and soft on her skin
Its texture like feathers are buried within
I nod in agreement but inside I grin
At anything made from slub cotton

It’s mottling of fabric has unique appeal
Opaque in most places while others reveal
The flesh tones beneath that so readily steal
Attention because of slub cotton

Today we are grilling for friends in the yard
The kids are all playing and laughing so hard
But I’m so distracted our steaks come out charred
For staring at her in slub cotton

Then later we settle in front of the screen
Our friends and her watching some show we’ve not seen
But I’m busy relishing luster and sheen
Of bra that’s agleam through slub cotton

At night we change clothes and we climb into bed
She’s wearing a tank of slub cotton instead
Two circles peek through and embed in my head
And soon she’s not wearing slub cotton

Originally posted 2016-05-20 08:00:12.

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Philip Osgood is a Christian husband, father, and writer who considers himself a passable video game player, fiction reader, camping and hiking enthusiast, welder, computer guy, and fitness aficionado, though real experts in each field might just die of laughter to hear him claim it. He has been called snarky, cynical, intelligent, eccentric, creative, logical, and Steve for some reason. Phil and his beautiful wife Clara live in Texas with their children in a house with a dog but no white picket fence. He does own a titanium spork from ThinkGeek, though, so he must be alright.