3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

study toward sonnet #101 by FisherKingKQJ

It's strange that we sleep in this morning,
And neither feels a shard of remorse;
She pulls at the duvet, gently warning
To not jest about personal flaws.
At angled venetian blinds sunlight saws,
It dessicates her covert, cobra slim
Curled figure; her eerie sighs give me cause
To think her bleary frown a passing whim.
She sits analytic, primping and prim,
And her long fingernails on my thigh strum,
She says don't dwell, and love isn't so grim,
But by the anomaly I'm struck dumb.
Through vicissitudes I totally desire
Her blue eyes full of tears and Greek fire.

{3D interactive chorus:}

Through vicissitudes I totally desire.
Through vicissitudes I totally lust.
Through vicissitudes I totally want.