clover
Forming Mind
bodies
pressed
down
on
the
warm
dew
grass
.
his
wrapped
arms
cradled
my
ribs
and
harnessed
my
breath
.
soft
breaths
tickle
the
neck
and
his
hands
trace
veins
on
my
arm
.
my
eyes
turn
back
to
find
his
fingers
holding
a
clover
to
place
between
my
breasts
and
the
cool
dampness sends
chills
to
my
body
.
He
smiles
and
I
release
.
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go
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from