Collision

You and i sit by the fireplace,
while Veronica, works in the kitchen.
Fire crackling, soft flares,
the smell of sandalwood.
I take your hand as Frank Sinatra,
"Witchcraft," plays softly.

We start dancing close.
Veronica slides up behind,
nibbling aware your cares,
feeling so good,
as we dance, i kiss,
up and down your throat.

Your sandwiched gently,
between two who love you.
each of us shares,
a glass of wormwood,
flavored with absinthe
and we move as one, slowly.

She begins to caress,
your wonderful chest,
and i move slowly, in squares,
down your cleavage,
and around your shoulders,
and keep you close to me.

She kisses down the open back
of the lovely black dress,
each kiss a caress, she shares,
gently touching your thighs
as i look deeply in your eyes.
No words could ever hope to emote;

We almost carry you to
the leather couch,
removing your wares,
and slowly kissing every spot
that you had every got
kissed in before, and note,

As we slowly make love,
me below and her above,
you'll come and have spares:
More and more, and higher,
we stoke your inner fire
and satisfy every desire.

It's more than lust here,
it is 3 Gods in collision,
and with absolute precision,
we are one, not just three.
You, my beloved, our wife,
and lastly, your servant, Me.