3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

a study toward sonnet #125 by FisherKingKQJ

He thanked me for the bright experience
He'd never dreamed possible. His lips found
Mine though the initial kisses were tense,
Lukewarm, the last was cravenly unbound
And energising causing my heart to pound,
My body to shiver, my arms to squeeze
Around his lower spine. He lifted around
His face away but he did not release
His tight grip of me. It seemed without cease
We gazed at one another, in a bobbing daze,
Then he gulped a breath. Then we were at ease.
He looked away and I felt my own eyes glaze.
The gondola moored, at bridges we looked,
Curled spaghetti in cuttle fish ink booked.

{3D interactive chorus:}

The gondola moored, at bridges we looked.
The gondola moored, at bridges we gazed.
The gondola moored, at bridges we stared.
[l14 modified for typeset 2/10/05.]