Two, maybe three.
I feel greedy but conclude,
Who can criticize my interlude ?
Two, consenting adults.
Maybe three, greedy old me.
But who would blame, feeling free ?
Two, hours kissing,
Hopefully three, I melt in you.
And you and her, thirdly too.
Two weeks holding,
Desire for fire in your embrace.
Keeps smiles current affairs, on my face.
Two hands holding,
Three leaps of faith to be.
As a courageous trilogy, you, her and me.