we are three musketeers
though one man and two girls
we fight with only forks
for our mission
is utmost importance
our taste fall upon a faceless
ocean of eyes
each stroke is precise
for wounds
are only savage satisfaction
foreplay
for three feudalistic roles
capturing breath role play
and moistens the air
between leather and lace lingerie
the room is perfumed with fresh climax
only to slip away in the absence of light
this was just a tastes
of this threesome delight
a fem et fem duo
falls from the sky
falling with silk
their bodies entwined
ensnaring each other
with flesh and with eyes
drawn to the crowd
for their wardrobe is edible
shared freely and proud
they begin the feast
with a lesbian fruit roll-up
the first course will arouse and please
the stage becomes revolving naked sushi
numbers for seats are drawn bound and blindfolded
each guest picks a sex and is ordered
to dine
for 5 min in time
before second course
the palate is cleansed
again to the stage all eyes do lend
there stands a lone fireman
for fire his fetish and his friend
upon his bare flesh he and the flame blend
so hot the air nearly ignite
wetting every panty or pantiles in sight
the ladies then bind him
and force him to desist
though he does not until his staff
is extinguished.
knelt down in front of all friend
he is whipped with riding crops
until his ass cheeks baron O' beef red
timed by the second course
with olive oil and french bread
lastly desert is divine
3 servings of grape nakedness is the vine
2 peaches and a banana served in a bath of whipped cream
opening the floor for 1 full on fantasy.
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