Trois.
it was just you and me
but with the look in her eye
our two
soon became three
the two of you on the dance floor
closer with each beat
sitting back i visualize
what is to be
harder
and harder
to the beat
both of you pull me in
her in between
room crowded
but its just us three
me kissing you
and your lips on she
lights flashing
and we know it will be
her taste on your tongue
makes me reach for the keys
and head to the place
we were destined to be
my hands on her hips
her lips under your sea
you moaning as she yums
in between
and our three become one
when our two was once three
sounds down the hall
and not stopping
the screams are not a plea
as the picures fall from the wall
sucking and touching
grinding and loving
until the water falls

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