The Tale of Lovers

Here is my tale of lovers that are true
Not of two but of three if you know what to do
He comes at eight and she’ll be right behind
They are never late, always on time

He’s a bit of a romantic
She’s a devil with heat
With both combination
It’s a wonder if we ever get out of these sheets

There are hands on asses
There are hands-on breast
There are mouths in masses
You can't catch your breath

This is a dance with coordination and grace
He riding below as she is riding the face
As if an alarm goes off  they switch position
Edging tonight is not the mission

Grunting and groans and moans with passion
All are moving with driving action

Slipping and sliding
Gliding and glistening
Strong hands gripping thighs
As his dick is pistoning

There is foul language
Said with expertise
Fingers in holes gliding with ease

When the frenzy heightens
As the orchestra builds
The cymbals crash
As they all begin to spill

Heavy breathing and panting and laughter
Fills the air
“How was your day Pet’s, can’t wait to hear.”