Caught In Between

Between the sheets of white and silk,
Two plus one, pushed tight.
Wrapped in rhythm, smooth as milk,
Rallying cries in the night.

Squeezed tight within arms of love,
The hollows filled with joy.
The breath of three, joined with thee,
A thousand ships of Troy.

The positions of lust and breath,
Combined with a scent so sweet.
Two rods of man, and of his rib,
A long night of treat.

Their thrusts of power, result in shower,
Deep within the womb.
She heightens, led to the pastures
Of heavenly green and bloom.

They are not done, far from indeed,
They encase her tight in their flesh.
Pumping and bumping,
Rocking the frame; a thrash then a thresh.

Pressed between them, she lets loose a roar,
A lioness with two manes hence.
She takes it all, all it takes,
Is her mind; lost from all sense.

She lets them carry forth,
Their flags, their banners ever forward.
They charge deep in her halls,
Buried hidden to the hilt of their sword.

They pulse and mumble,
In her eyes they are seen but unseen.
They climax together, outside the weather
Is no match for being caught in between.

The fields lay bare, so too her skin,
Raw and pouring with potent delight.
The seed of two within her two,
In the fields of silk and white.