danced without music ... continued dancing as pat stacked several long-playing plattersa dancing which began to make the room twirl and swish about , a dancing which became like a river flowing , each woman being lifted up like a beached log when the swelling spring floods came ... startlingly swift , all-at-once , world changing common bonddancing and in the dancing the threes assembled , came together , began to dissemble , disrobe , reassemble through glances and looks and touches ... wisps of hair whispering , yearning of thighs flaming , moons of breasts bobbing like apples in a dip ... dip up and down and in and out they did : thumping music , calming music , quickening musictill each threesome became a sound : humming , singing , breathing a sound , finding the common breath , the common tone , vibratingvibrating and tuning-in , turning on , embracing , rolling on the carpet , frolicking , fondling , kissing , licking , suckingan ensemble of lust and desire and craving and madness ... two finding themselves as lovers , focusing upon each other , pleasuring and desiring to fuck and penetrate and commune and eat the otherbut it was the third ... and each in time became a third ... who stood as faithful witness : as sentinel , as servant , working the bodies of both ... intending and working , rubbing the bodies together ... her imagining child labor : cooking em , drawing the fire from their eyes , the bone crunching from their grapplings , the broth from their wet fluid couplings ... taking and imagining them beyond their play as male and femalefor it was common to their discipline at this point to accept and actually relish the switching of roles , no longer embarrassed to claim the male within ... no longer mute upon their craving for their clits to become cocks ... no longer hesitant to be fierce , i wan na fuck you !