I’ll never learn, heavens above,
Done it again, fallen in love.
Couple, throuple; they’re so last year,
We’re polycules, a square my dear.
Jess really was a bit of a whore,
Everyone called her pussy galore.
A while since she’d worn knickers,
Easy access for her harem of lickers.
She’s a changed woman now, you see,
All because of Em, Laura and me.
Committed to the loving fab four,
Let out Tuesdays to make others roar.
Laura, well she’s a total spit-slut,
Into all kinds of deviant smut.
A priestess in the Temple of Tentacle,
She leads many a skanky spectacle.
Loving Laura, we give feelers some love.
That’s returned, fits us hand in a glove.
Four tentacles slurping on our clits,
And four wiggling, stretching our slits.
Then there’s Emma, we call her Em,
Ever so willing, such a cute little gem.
We use her in all sorts of play,
Making us cum kick starts her day.
Yes Miss, two words that are always said,
Except when it comes to breakfast in bed.
Crumbs on the sheets a bit of a crime?
Never mind the spit, cum and tentacle slime.
My name’s Chloe; all tits and glory,
My parents, my inspirational love story.
Their perfect love created perfect me,
Cue eye rolls from the other three.
It’s not always easy being a four,
Like when we went to the bed store.
Four women bouncing testing the springs,
Shown the door, just for looking at kings.
One thing we didn’t get for love nor money,
Even when Jess proffered a taste of her honey,
Was a table for four on Valentine’s Day.