3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

sonnet #97

Her raven hair was pulled back ponytail,
Her straight cut fringe was pushed to very fore,
I didn't think it wise to ditch or bail,
I wanted him so bad, yet he'd ignore.
I was so breathless, bon mots no avail,
And watched the man I wanted woo that whore,
With features flawless, down to nano scale,
This oddly got me fancying him some more.
Aside, he whispered, touched my tensed up arm,
She's fatuous, famously a femme fatale,
I sank in brief release, a captious calm,
She rubbed his free wrist, poised the mocking pal.
From him a blinding smile, then raised eye brows,
From her, the irritated looks which rouse.

(Chorus)

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edited 8.2.10.