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A Jealous Menage a Trois

Another Lover beneath our covers, So many limbs entwined! Does he prefer me, or the other; Does he know how much I pine For his touches; tender kisses? A secret battle for his embraces, For his fondness, my Heart, it wishes! And for our mate to be displaced...

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 11/1/2013 7:55:00 PM
Chan What am I going to do with you. This is a very sensual and frisky write. You are turning my cheeks red again. LOL Nice job my friend Hugs
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Just That Archaic Poet
Date: 11/2/2013 8:13:00 AM
lol Thanks, Sweet Pea. I like to write about sexual or vulgar subjects without being nasty; it's challenging, but fun. Thanks for the review! <3
Date: 9/2/2013 12:15:00 PM
You are more adventurous than I although I have fantasized about being with two women. This is a hot one!
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Date: 9/2/2013 5:20:00 PM
It is hot, but also a complicated and complex dynamic. My favorite author once quipped, "The worst thing about threesomes is someone is always getting left out". How right she is! Thanks for the read and response, Richard :)
Date: 9/2/2013 9:09:00 AM
WOW...whatever is going on in your mind is coming out in fantastic lines. I get the sense this is really about wrestling with the mind. Menage a Trois is one of my frequent wine selections ... :)
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Karen Anglesey
Date: 9/4/2013 10:48:00 AM
I also had the same visual as you described in your comment below... I thought of using caution instead commenting on my entire oerceotion :)
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Date: 9/2/2013 11:25:00 AM
Interesting and ironic interpretation, Karen. The poem is meant to be completely literal. My partner and I have threeseomes about once a week with the same man and we sort of compete for his affections. So cool how a poem can be seen from different perspectives; I always look forward to your reviews :)

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