Little Swan
He called her his little swan.
He spoke in a soft, caressing voice calculated for surrender
And when he came above her – his wings beating briefly – like all big and powerful men - it seemed that his face was about to rip apart and the monster would pop out. –
He spoke in a soft, caressing voice calculated for surrender
And when he came above her – his wings beating briefly – like all big and powerful men - it seemed that his face was about to rip apart and the monster would pop out. –
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