You and me and him

I had you, I want you again. But with a dark&wet twist.

Still you have your girl, still nobody knows. In groups we behave, as friends or colleagues. Unheard, we love to provoke. Alone, we're stuck on fantasies. Eye fucking down memory lane.

And then there is your mate. Equally handsome, equally tempting, equally a photographer. A quieter, observing, piercing version of you. Flirtatious, but calm. But he's your mate, right?

And then there is my mind, constantly imagining that perfect combination. Can't I have you both?

Let's say... in a darkroom.