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Orgasm by ahermin on DeviantArt
He said he loved. (At least that’s what she thought.)
So much was going on inside her head
That maybe she mistook. Her mind was fraught
Because so much was going on in bed,
So much his mouth was doing otherwise,
So much his hands were stirring up to own
Her soul, so much the smack of him in eyes,
The smell of him in nose, so much the moan
Of throat inside her ears, the sound of throat
(Was it the throat of him? The throat of her?),
So much the frenzy, thrashing, final bloat
Of him inside. It all became a blur.
..He gasped he loved. At least that’s what she heard.
…….(Perhaps it was some other thing he slurred.)
