Oct 2020
the memory
of your gentle breath
as your hands
found my hips
in a symphony of clovers
pulling me in,
consuming me so easily
it was as if
i had been molded
just for you.
of your gentle breath
as your hands
found my hips
in a symphony of clovers
pulling me in,
consuming me so easily
it was as if
i had been molded
just for you.
