three
or four hours of making love.
we finally
finish.
i think i've lost about five
or six pounds
in the melee,
and she's
out of breath, her
hair in a tangle.
her face
flushed red.
whew.
i tell her.
that was not bad.
she laughs, and says,
yeah, i guess
it was okay.
can you untie me now,
before you
leave?
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