Threesome fantasy...with a twist

Entering the room,
nervousness and desire choking,
halting steps toward fulfillment,
excitement mounting by the sight,
my deepest fantasy awaits!

Two men sitting hungry, for me
a contrast of light and dark
their wolfish eyes undress me,
little hidden from view,
soft curves wrapped in silk and crowned in heels.

Will they be the same in their touch?
Will one devour and the other taste?
Will one force my pleasure?
Will the other tease while savoring?
Mind reeling.

I will explode with the first breath on my heated skin
senses in overdrive,
I walk toward my goal,
heart pounding, oblivious to other sounds,
dripping wet and wanting.

Our eyes reflect the same need
the blue eyed angel reaches out his hand,
the green eyed devil stalks toward me
Animal grace, taunting sight,
both proud members of the court of Eros.

First touch of the angel's hand,
the devil gliding his fingers along my arm
goose bumps alight, I shiver
my core's nectar drips down my thighs
Arousal perfumes the air.

I lose myself in their smell,
aphrodisiac of the Gods,
touch my only anchor,
only taste exists to quench my thirst,
feeling is paradise.

Hands roaming my body as I discover my salvation,
the angel removes the last barrier,
silk floating to the ground to pool at my feet,
picked up and lain gently upon warmth,
lying on a bed of flesh.

My ass rubbing hardness of muscle and bayonet,
covered in heat, exposed,
the devil my living blanket,
the angel at my back, hands unbidden,
mouths devouring, my neck, my breasts.

Nipping, biting, licking to ecstasy,
the devil snaking down my body, opened, tasted,
grinding upon my angel,
hands playing, stroking, tweaking,
fingers enter while tasting both my angel and I.

We are in the devil's playground
my hands guiding, pushing, wanting more,
wishing to burn in this gluttonous pleasure,
ass spread wide and entered slowly,
my rosebud stretched beautifully, sighing joyously.

Devil sucks unmercifully, a master,
shaft and clam licked,
plunging into my depths,
passion at a peak, loud release
a gasp from my angel shaken by my tremors.

Fingers replaced with a second rod,
wetness sheathing the devil with ease,
filled and loving it,
riding my climax to another,
whimpering from exultation.

A dance of abandon,
plundering, slow and hard,
low grunts and breathing,
the only music heard
rhythm of bodies on gleaming bodies, feasting.

Sucking of my peaks
yet another little death upon me
bringing them to their hard end,
beyond sex, we touch the sky
and fall reluctantly.

Devil and angel embrace in a kiss
adding my tongue to the tenderness
tasting our combined passions,
languid, stroking, smiling, the fires sated
thirst quenched, only to begin anew....to go further.