I think about you when I go through my jewelry box.
I pull out a strand of pearls, and I see your smile:
Two strands of perfectly straight pearly whites that I can't help but think would look perfect on my neck.
I put on a set of earrings, dangly ones, that jingle musically with my every movement of my body. I entertain that the jingling is the sound of you whispering in my ear, things that only I should hear.
I play with a ring and dream of you; not in the most obvious way, but that you're always is my hands.
I take out a set of cuff bracelets, which speak most directly of you; wearing them, I am reminded that I am bound to you.
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