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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