He Kisses
I stayed back while he fought. I didn't really want him to go, but I understood. His leader wanted to annihilate the Catholics. We were all protestant. Lutheran.
I watched. Sve rarely goes away from home, but he was splendid. He absolutely smashed the Catholic forces. I never knew he was so determined and powerful. I guess it makes sense. His silent exterior his his superior skills. I ought to have expected it. He's full of surprises. That's why I love him. Well, one reason. Well, not even a very big reason.
I don't know. Maybe a bigger reason is that he's the best kisser ever. I guess I don't have so much other experience. Besides Denmark. But he was drunk, and I didn't even want to kiss him, so it doesn't count. But Sve is the best in the world. He covers my lips with his and curls his arms tight around my back. He moves very gently, but fiercely. If he would only do that once in a month, I would still stick around.