Troilism Poem by Crimson Love

Love is meant for two, yet I desire one more,
Fun with three, this love will be,
Sitting upon a throne I watch, these beauties tease,
Moving deliberately, falling to there knees,
They slowly carress each other, then look at me....

Crimson Love Burns with the want in their eyes,
Sitting in my throne, parted at the thighs,
I sit and enjoy their willingness to please,
Sitting next to me both maidens wanting me,
Dreaming always in three,
this love is shared, not one....
but all that I please.