the man in the boat inside of me
launches himself into the sea
of the juices flowing free
however controlled i try to be
he slips and slides on the tide
of passion from the man at my side
who looks and pulls my lips apart
havoc from the very start
he touches and pulls my clit
bite and nibble tug and flick
i pull his hair and raise my hips
to meet his tongue as lust rips
crashing through our jumbled limbs
we enact the original sins
between awake and fantasy
the man in the boat and
us make three...
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