And Then Some.

I waste away in love,

and yet...

I flourish

for her,

for me,

for him.

Our night,

together as one,

or three.

Sparkling moments of joy stain my memory.

Tangled limbs, lips, toungues, and teeth,

never could we expect:

Yet,

Our eyes glazed with passion,

alert to every movement,

of I,

of him,

of she.

Together,

we feasted on delicious golden flesh,

and nothing more.

Or, was it everything,

all at once?

We held the universe,

pink,

on our toungues,

and then some.