The Flower That Is Textured Like Milk

He looked at the fair skin near the neck, the collar bone that scooped out a deep hollow, the long neck that sloped softly into the pearly sari. She seemed like a child, a play mate from his village hiding and waiting to be revealed. His eyes softened and rested on her a whole minute wishing her not to look at him, for he knew that if their eyes met the temptress would drag him to the mud.

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