a moment

Her head tilts back—a swan setting its eyes on the sun and giving in to the weight of its own neck. She is putty, malleable body and soul, and he knows how to shape her every curve.

~ ~ ~ ~

Her eyes open suddenly to the sound of prudence, and she shakes off the fantasy as her heart disappears inside itself.

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