The city below hummed obliviously, unaware that on the rooftop garden three souls had woven themselves into a single, unbreakable tapestry of pleasure and affection. As the moon rose higher, casting silver ribbons across the fountain, the three of them moved in perfect synchrony—each touch a note, each sigh a chord, each heartbeat a shared rhythm.
“When three souls intertwine, the world fades, and only the rhythm of our breath remains.” missax201220kenzietaylorlonglostmommyx link