The Lust Triangle

Into the white on white, the hermaphrodite love rolls like a storm; between in and out lays my pleasure.

From the backward place, a hand cups my exquisite pointed softness and the peak grows harder,like what comes from behind, not like what I kiss before me; soft and rounded.

Like explorers her fingers plumb my crevasse, sounding the depths and bringing the rain,a sudden ingress and a wanton lyrical exhalation -
conquered from behind. Thrusting love and mirror kisses; her hair in mine and his stubble on my neck.

Pulsing warmness and exploding joy, we collapse on one and other and we laugh and smile and kiss and he takes her too, then we sleep into the tomorrow time. Together again for another day not now but always joined...