- Erotic Poetry
- Her Birthday
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Click hereWe were discussing plans
for a dinner date.
She and me.
Where are you going?
you ask.
I am taking your wife out
for her birthday
Friday night I said
Oh. You said. Ok.
Some things are just for
you and me.
Some things are just for
you and her.
But some things,
some wonderful
beautiful
romantic things,
are just for she and me.
We enjoy
romantic dinners out
in a way that
you and I and
you and she
do not.
When she and I go out
we discuss the menu at length.
Order cocktails.
Taste various wines
before choosing a bottle.
We order appetizers,
entrées,
desserts,
after dinner drinks.
We share everything.
We toast to our friendship.
We toast to each other.
We get tipsy.
We talk
and we laugh
and we touch.
My dates with her are
some of the most romantic
I’ve ever had.
And yet
we have never kissed.
I would kiss her.
I would try to be gentle.
You are an aggressive, sexy kisser.
But I think for her
kissing is more romantic.
Soft.
Loving.
I can do that too.
I do it with you,
sometimes,
but it always turns into
heat
and lust
and tongue fucking
each other’s mouths.
I wonder sometimes
how you kiss her.
If it gets raw
and rough
the way you kiss me.
I can’t picture
her kissing
like that.
Sometimes I think
I’m in the mix
because I give each of you
what you crave
but don’t get
from each other.
And because I like
all of it,
the rough and the gentle,
the sexy and the romantic,
it works for me too.
I can’t wait to take her
out for her birthday dinner.
I wish you liked
going out to fancy dinners.
I wish I could go out
on dates like that
with you.
But you don’t
and I can’t
and that’s ok.
We are all getting what we need.
At least most of the time.
And when I hold her hand
across the table
and clink glasses with her
and tell her,
Happy birthday sweetie.
I love you.
I will mean it
with my whole heart.
Just like I mean the things
I groan into your mouth
when we are naked
and entwined
in my bed
while she waits
for you
at home
alone.
- COMMENTS
LadyAmethystalmost 2 years agoAuthorThank you snow! I think it’s one of my favorites. To have lived and to have written. 💜
29wordsforsnowalmost 2 years agoYour most beautiful one, highlighting all the wonderful moments, contrasted with the bittersweet end.
LadyAmethystalmost 2 years agoAuthorThank you Paul and lc. It’s so nice to have readers who understand and appreciate the dynamic of my throuple life. 💜
lc69hunteralmost 2 years agoGod, that is so true and so erotic . I was in a throuple for almost 3 years, as the second male. What he and I had was a strong friendship/male bonding. What she and I had was different than what he and she had, and was totally different from what the three of us had together. You nailed it so well
Paul4playalmost 2 years agoYes, Oh Yes!
This is so true!
Don’t we all have those parts of ourselves that fit a certain way with another?
A need or desire that only a specific person can satisfy?
Yet it seems contrary to some other one of our needs or desires, that can only be fulfilled by yet a different person.
But what if our committed monogamous partner cannot meet that need?
And so fascinating that the three of you, with your unique be-ing, fit together like a puzzle!
We know from your extensive writing that the puzzle pieces don’t always fit; that the image can be unfocused or in disarray; that the edges can be sharp and painful.
Yet.
Yet.
You are a throuple. A throuple that thrives in a very special and unique way.
Wow. Just wow.
