Our voices bounce off the walls as the sound of skin slapping skin creates an erotic symphony. The three of us in perfect synchronicity. And it’s not just sex. It’s the way we feed off each other, the way we bleed for each other. It’s the perfection from the very beginning of seeing someone for the very first time and not needing any reason or any rhyme to know in the marrow of your bones that they were made for you. It’s the heartache. It’s the tragedy. It’s the downfall. Mine is theirs and theirs is mine. I reach around and squeeze Lennox’s leg, letting him know I’m too close to crawl
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