And when I felt like I was an old cardigan Under someone’s bed, You put me on and said I was your favorite.
Love, pierce my heart. Make it sound. Make it whole.
Drape me in black lace, then rip it off of me. I can’t get enough.
If anyone had walked up to the barn that day and peeked inside, they would have seen into my darkness. They would have seen that he’d pulled my panties aside, tangling then in the strands fo his rope, and exposed me to the mountain breeze finding its way through the cracks in the rough hewn…
It doesn’t matter what you’re wearing when you’re wrapped in rope!
This beautiful rose quartz pendant was given to me on my wedding day. I don’t wear it often because I am terrified that I am going to lose it. It looks lovely with my new green bra, and I’m confident that I can keep track of it here in the safety of my own home.