Electric Lust: Part Two - The Dark Turn

A knock at the door, a second flame,
Entered the room, a wild game.
Her eyes met theirs, a knowing spark,
Three bodies now, in the dark.

She joined their dance, a sultry glide,
Touching skin, worlds collide.
Her lips on his, her hands on her,
A night of three, passions stir.

She kissed her neck, fingers trailed,
Exploring depths, no inhibitions held.
The man, entranced by sights so rare,
Two women now, their bodies bare.

They took turns, a dance of three,
Aroused and free, in ecstasy.
He watched as they, together, played,
Their moans a symphony, deeply swayed.

Each touch, each kiss, electric feel,
Three hearts pounding, raw and real.
She rode him hard, the other kissed,
A night of pure, unbridled bliss.

Their bodies intertwined, a knot of heat,
Desires met, a rhythmic beat.
In the end, they lay entwined,
Exhausted, sated, deeply aligned.

Then the door crashed open, a sudden shock,
A man stood there, the clock’s dark tock.
Her husband, eyes wild, gun in hand,
A fatal twist to the night’s planned.

He shouted loud, anger and pain,
His love betrayed, his wrath unchained.
Three lovers froze, a final breath,
Their passion met by violent death.

Shots rang out, bodies fell,
The room now silent, a living hell.
Lust turned to blood, love to hate,
A tragic end, a cruel fate.

The echoes of their passion, now replaced,
By silence, death, a lover's disgrace.
The night once filled with electric lust,
Now shrouded in sorrow, turned to dust.