Three As One

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Cool fall blusters and calms through high steel and glass channels.
Two friends fight the wind and become free of it.
Pale soft unripe cheeks hint ripeness with a glaze of red lifted in smiles.
Two pairs of white plums readying for plucking a ways down the road.

Their hair, flags of different homes tattered into threads but holding
The sense of place and purpose and design, each strand rippling uniquely
In the swift gusts: charred wood blackness and a wheat field beckoning
The many swords of the reaping combine. Two flags shining as if from within.

And two hands grasp into one as their laughs grasp one amusing thought
And legs churn in synch with quick movements of long muscles
And muscles above move delightfully in response in the tighter space
Of hemispheres one pair nearly spherical and the other oblong, egg shaped.

Eyes with coronas of deep water reflecting twilight blue sky surrounding
Perfect small circles black in their shadowy ascent into the head watch
And intake the visions of the ladies’ rippled motion against the tight
Woven layer covering nakedness the mind behind the eyes imagines.

Soon in greeting the blue eyed male stretches fingers broad as screwdriver handles
Across the expanse of the ladies’ bottoms, grabbing holding and delighting.
The ladies’ scolding with a quiver and a chuckle belying their words as does
Their kisses and the warmth between the hemispheres and the churning moisture.

Hurrying inside home, not from the cold wind but to the warm hearth of love,
With light breaths wispy as hummingbird flaps containing whispers of welcome,
Of too long separated despite it being just a couple days and of praise of beauty
And of sighs of love and of murmurs of desire echoing once and twice.

Coats and jackets, shoes and socks, shirts and a blouse and jeans, bras and panties,
A moat of cotton and leather and interweaving chemical substances settle
And encircle the wide length of soft platform on which they fall into each other
And embrace and kiss, breath within breath and skin against skin, contact fulfilling need.

Blind hands reach and find and grasp and twist and rub and engorge through gentle
Handling the distending penis becoming fiercely taught and darkening with blood
Infusing a heartbeat at a time and the breasts buoyant and heavy and the pointing Expanding thimbles atop individual in length width and shape as the hair on their heads.

Lips greeting lips, male to female, female to female, part for other lands
The thimble nipples and below the pond of wrinkled navel edged by firm soft flesh
Tickling brings titters through the moans. Lips descending to places hands had grasped
And tickled and rubbed and inserted themselves into places from which babies come.

No babies from these ladies yet, only for expulsion of waste and explosion of pleasure
And insertions therein of those fingers and the tongue emerged from lips that sealed
Around the delicate clitoris like a tiny penis engorged and lengthening as the narrow
Crevasse below has its pedaled edges engorge from the same source as penis and clit.

Moans emerge in three part harmony along with descriptions and encouragements
And endearments that swell the heart as much as the friction being applied to needy
Surfaces and orifices, throaty vibrations saturate the room making it thick with love
And nectar overflows the crevasses, mellow springs, perfumes adding density to the air.

Readied and willful, the penis grasped in steadying guiding hand pointing ceilingward
Finds itself slowly hiding in the perfumed slit of the beautiful wheat haired earth mother.
Cock’s owner groans delight at the surfaces within and the guide murmurs her welcome
With even greater groans and whispers of fulfilled need, wanted and accomplished.

The charred haired beauty, his fingertips traversing dewy hills and valleys, shares
Shallow breaths with her lady lover where lips and tongues dance at the pace of the fuck
Quickening at the pace’s quickening and losing contact when chaos of bucking begins.
Her fingers acting on the frenzy by rubbing her lover’s clit and lifting it to crescendo.

A final moan cum screech announces the climactic surge spreading pleasure and redness
Redder than the cold air had created outside, throughout the depths and surfaces
Of the wheat haired lady, stilled and shaking, a perfect wheat stock shivering in a gust,
The beauty topples slowly in the arms of her beautiful lady lover soon draped beside.

Unfinished business, the man, his cock still a willful dagger, rearranges the pile
Of beauty, his thighs between raven hair’s thighs, his hands the guide to impale
Into her glistening crevasse, his buttocks tightening to push inside, his hands freed
Lift the beauteous buttocks of his wheat haired lover to taste his bitter odiferous semen

Mixed perfectly with the liquid of her rapture as she returns to kisses and tongue battles
With her lady love while pressing fingers above where her man’s penis slides in and out
And strokes clit while squeezing taut nipples between her fingers and twisting and feeling
Her male lover’s skilled nimble tongue and lips and her female lover’s assistance.

Fingers squeezing, roughing and twisting, tongues dampening and rubbing and pleasuring
Penis thrusting and retreating and thrusting with direction and purpose and speed
The triangle of bodies writhes with intention and delight, squirms with each piquant find
Of perfect placement and movement, until gasps and moans and yells resound.

A second great climax floods the man’s mouth. As he swallows her effluence he beats
Deep within his dagger’s sheath until release unleashes throngs of blinding bliss
And meeting him the coal haired beauty presses against his ridge with hers and scrapes
Finding the point where the walls collapse and the orgasm storms through at last.

Best of all they rest in each other’s arms, trading kisses and endearments and the echoes
Of their pleasure slowly fade and yet their hearts palpitate wondrously, bodies touching
Comfortable, talking about their day and the days to come and chuckling at silly repartee
And holding the moment softly like holding a delicate bird formed from three hearts.

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