She gags, swallows, laughs sort-of, or snorts,
Wipes her mouth, while she gathers her thoughts.
As he fastens his zip,
She says, licking her lip,
“Well, it’s love, I imagine, of sorts.”
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She gags, swallows, laughs sort-of, or snorts,
Wipes her mouth, while she gathers her thoughts.
As he fastens his zip,
She says, licking her lip,
“Well, it’s love, I imagine, of sorts.”