The Dance of Three

You wanted she and I, she and I.
You wanted she and I to dance the dance
to dance the dance of three.

You wanted her hands on me, her hands on me,
just to know it, just to see.
Her hadns about my bosom lush,
slowly, slowly without a rush.
Her lips on my nipples red,
with all the words of passion said.

You wanted she and I, She and I,
To dance the dance,
To dance the dance of three.

You wanted her lips on my bright pearl,
her eager tongue over softness whirl'd,
her cupped palms upon my hips,
while farther down her kisses slip.

You wanted me to take your member in my mouth,
and feel me stifle coming's shouts.
you wanted me to have my eyes grow wide,
as you ever pressed it deep inside.

And then like thief of heaven you would change,
and the whole erection rearrange,
so that between her soft thighs you would break,
and her wet desire then would take.

The desire built by pleasuring me.
You know, you know that is what you wanted free.

You wanted she and I.
She and I.
You wanted she and I to dance the dance of three.

You wanted then to take my hips,
and plunge the ring of fire that lives there,
while your mouth devoured her to make us a pair.

You wanted she and I, so much she and I
to dance the dance,
to dance.
to dance the dance of three.

Which is why I smile as she sighs,
and looks not into your eyes,
but shing forward breast to breast begins to touch,
her need so clear and now so much.

Which is why you are so astonished when she sighs,
and in that ahlted dance of three,
looks to softness and says
"Darling will you marry me?"

You wanted.
But she and I, she and I,
have finished with this dance of three.