You found her at the Double Down Saloon.
She seemed sweet, playful, but that brew, ass juice,
could make a saint out of anyone. Soon
you and your boyfriend are calling a truce
to take her home. Open relationships
work, at times. Tonight she wants to submit.
You bind her hands in silk while he unzips
her skirt, his cock deep in her throat. Her clit
pulses. Her inner walls sweat. There’s no vote
in lust, sex is not a democracy;
yet you still believe in that illusion
called free-will. He pulls out of her throat
as you strap your strap-on on; as you three
all share a moan of anticipation—-