posted on Apr, 22 2014 @ 11:12 PM
We met in a barn during winter time. It smelled of fresh sawdust and rain. Moonlight illuminated your face, shining on your auburn eyes, open wide
with desire. We sat next to the fireplace, warm and crimson with crackling logs laughing at our awkward silence. Your artist hands felt like silk as
they brushed the hair from my face. Laughter from our friends spilling upstairs, but we barely even noticed.
I was taught to hide my feelings, to keep the seeds buried deep inside where no one can harm them. That winter night, quietly wrapped in your safe
embrace, my feelings began to bloom. We talked all night until the wild rooster began to shout and the barn was enveloped with a garden of
wildflowers. When the room began to glitter from the sun shining through the old wavy windows I knew you were my farmer.
edit on 22-4-2014 by
Jennyfrenzy because: spacing for easier reading