A/N: The last of my birthday poems. I wrote this because... Well, I wanted to indulge in my Inner Fangirl's likes and she wanted the Command Trine sparkbonding.
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It's my birthday dammit!
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Bonding
Three pairs of optics glance at each other,
Before beginning their ritual.
Searing kisses,
Servos caressing everywhere.
Opening chambers,
Sparks pulsating faster.
Rising heat,
Lines filled with fire.
Fluttering wings,
Desires for release.
Blinding light,
Essences merging together.
Screams of ecstasy are heard,
And lovers collapse from bliss.
A/N: This is as graphic as I'm going to get.
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