My Trois

My Trois, my Three

Belonged to me

'Cuz she signed up for three weeks of slavery

We knew that BDSM

Was a life we both preferred

And the thought of a three week blind date was just

So fucking absurd

We played our roles

I filled up her three perfect holes

What an awesome date

Then we went on another one

Why wouldn't we

When the first one was so great?

We both thought we had found our perfect match

I was her itch, she was my scratch

There were two of us, but it sometimes felt like three

Was it my giant head or her split personality?

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My three, my Trois

Don't ask pourquoi

She just does what needs to be done

The perfect slave

Don't misbehave

'Cuz she's South African

She's my pony and I'm her rubber pup

After I ride her, I get "Apar-theid-up"

Until she gets the itch(?), and makes the switch

And I become the one who gets fucked

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My three, my Trois

Don't ask pourquoi

She just does what needs to be done

The perfect slave

Don't misbehave

'Cuz she's South African