ménage à trois

The beat of heart
slams harder
against sweat glistening chest,
pressing closer

and only the erratic
thump-a-thump
that echoes
twice
and long, flat planes
of body plastered
like protective shells
to the soft-hard middle,
exists.

Then they are plunging,

one after another
into sparkling madness
only seconds and red silk ties
in between.



Poetry by muddy waters
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Written on 2006-11-06 at 15:47

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