a study toward sonnet #168 by FisherKingKQJ
in G flat


As we'd be sharing everything in future
I didn't think it mattered who owned the loot;
I'd introduced him to some haut couture,
He'd admired my backside in a dress suit.
I'd saved his bas reliefs from his own boot,
From his ripping palette knife a still life,
He sneered I was posing high hanging fruit,
Then I'd asked him if I could be his wife;
Always in his blue eyes laughter was rife-
He'd divined I'd eavesdrop and peer,
He'd lingered the kiss to stir jealous strife.
She was a graphic arts student with flair
He shrugged and bit his lip as if to say
Now on my flash car and money could stay.

{3D interactive chorus in A flat:}

He shrugged his shoulders as if to say.
He shrugged his shoulders as if to mention.
He shrugged his shoulders as if to verbalise.

a study toward sonnet #167 by FisherKingKQJ
in E flat

I own up...I was obsessed...it was a rout...
I was in love with him, I looked into those
Wide, sparkling eyes only to blush, to flout
My fiancee, the man my intellect chose.
I felt my heart racing; he snagged me close
To him, he pushed his lips on mine to start
A lingering french kiss, nose bumping nose,
He apologised for his persuasive art.
He'd convinced me to accept time apart,
He'd believed I was far too young to deduce
True love, perhaps I'd try the singles' mart...
But he'd only hurt himself with the ruse.
How to abseil a romance I've been taught:
It's zigzag of crags and spikes which thwart.

{3D interactive chorus in F flat:}

It's path by manmade obstacles is thraught.
It's path by manmade obstacles is blocked.
It's path by manmade obstacles is dammed.

a study toward sonnet #166 by FisherKingKQJ
in C flat

As she swabbed the cut we swapped a joke
Or two; though she was the boss' girlfriend
Her peck of my forehead almost broke
My self control into kisses no end.
After that I found it hard to pretend
I wasn't jealous when she mentioned him.
I was on the ladder to crimp and mend
The gutter and spout, a knee on a tree limb
And I overheard a woman talking in a prim
And responsible way on a cordless phone;
I peeked in the window, I saw a trim
Ash blonde woman on a pine daybed prone.
From the ladder I tumbled with a thump,
By chance turned a low card into a trump.

{3D interactive chorus in D flat:}

From the ladder I tumbled with a thump.
From the ladder I tumbled with a bang.
From the ladder I tumbled with a crash.

a study toward sonnet #165 by FisherKingKQJ
in A flat

The evening before she was really meant
To come back, he brought chianti, a wax wrap
Of marigolds stems. Now she was absent
We tumbled into the transferral trap.
We had a tipple without much mishap,
As kiddies played their console video games;
While I tucked them in later, flap by flap,
He triggered thoughts of one of my old flames.
I wasn't one to give out or take blames,
So I employed the cordless phone to ring
A taxi, not sure of our drunk mind frames,
And he kissed my nape, starting off our fling.
In the conservatory we made love,
As stars were twinkled by wind on a louvre.

{3D interactive chorus in B flat:}

In the conservatory we made love.
In the conservatory we made amour.
In the conservatory we made whoopy.

a study toward sonnet #164 by FisherKingKQJ
in F flat

He kept kissing me, I wanted him to stop.
I was plastered with kisses. Following on,
We sneaked any free time we could cop
And in good time she sussed our con.
She'd let herself in to what she'd foregone
She found us naked on the study rug.
She shouted, hurt through angry tears shone,
And she strode out. He gave me a guilty hug,
He pulled on a shirt, gave his fly a tug,
He pleaded and promised it a one off
To no avail and gave a cupboard a slug,
From the lawn I heard her garbled scoff.
Her mother ill I'd volunteered nanny,
Instead I'd tricked my friend as a ninny.

{3D interactive chorus in G flat:}

Instead I'd tricked my friend as a ninny.
Instead I'd tricked my friend as a gimp.
Instead I'd tricked my friend as a lunk.

a study toward sonnet #163 by FisherKingKQJ
in D flat

In the Onehunga carpark public gents
Education for a fly on the wall:
The graffiti tags, the abscence of vents
The peephole riddled disabled man's stall.
I'm a retired maggot from the hospital,
I was reared on Gainer's Fuel by interns;
There might be a meal in doctorly scrawl
Above the urinal, a bum a pecker yearns.
A gangrenous sphincter of friction burns
Might be aroused by the missus' maggots,
Though we much prefer the messy churns
Of Thais squatting on seats, to the faggots.
By the thorax my leggy missus I seize:
From behind I pump to compound the sleaze.

{3D interactive chorus in C flat:}

By the thorax my leggy missus I seize.
By the thorax my leggy missus I grab.
By the thorax my leggy missus I clasp.

a study toward sonnet #162 by FisherKingKQJ
in B flat

I live with Funga in St Joseph's lodge,
We share a double bed so dank and wet:
She's a five foot ten twohundred pound podge,
She cribs my baccy, I'll bash her head, yet.
She'll pinch my begging jar to clear a debt,
Her trained voice, her piano sound nice.
Sometimes I swoon at her charm and forget
Receiving money with menaces her vice.
She's swotted Queen Nerfititi's head lice,
Hers are statically combed and hand reared,
She chews on them as Polynesian rice,
She nitpicks my bald scalp and goatee beard.
She cultivates pubic lice as organic,
She finds the tickle and pinch orgasmic.

{3D interactive chorus in C flat:}

She cultivates pubic lice as organic.
She cultivates pubic lice as earthy.
She cultivates pubic lice as natural.

a study toward sonnet #161 by FisherKingKQJ

I'm confused: is that me in your eye gleam?
Me and me right side up, a one time brat-
With you, things become what they seem,
Your 3D tables and walls endorse flat.
I love you in the ninth life of a cat,
You're upside down in millions of grey shades,
Yet your cheeks still translate a rosy that
On my retinas bakes its smiling grades.
I love that you love twill pinstripes and plaids,
I can't wait to map blindspot to blindspot
The two seconds before a first kiss trades,
I'm down a blind alley, lost in your subplot.
I profess I've got the lovesick boy shakes,
Which your elusive coy character shapes.

{3D interactive chorus in G flat:}

I profess I've got the lovesick boy shakes.
I profess I've got the lovesick boy quivers.
I profess I've got the lovesick boy tremors.

a study toward sonnet #160 by FisherKingKQJ
in E flat



I have a palate for bad or else worse,
Intractable problems salt away joy.
The imp bad luck, or else demon curse-
One is quite blatant, the other quite coy.
You'd think crime and mischief would alloy
But they're tempered apart in scum and dregs,
Both like to flatter me as man and boy
A summer shower a winter storm so legs.
A question the situation often begs,
A lecher becomes himself more and more,
A slut and a whore take him up two pegs,
They run true to type, and he's a wise saw.
Agony aunt and professional friend,
I love them both as an embittered fiend.

{3D interactive chorus in F flat:}

Agony aunt and professional friend.
Agony aunt and professional mate.
Agony aunt and professional pal.

a study toward sonnet #159 by FisherKingKQJ
in C flat

It's back to I met you by happenstance
In a gabbing gang of women and men.
I'm delirious, to use common parlance,
I nod on your fifty words now and then.
You're primping now, your eyes betray a yen
For flirting - so I feign a roaming eye,
Yourself no phoenix-like hen-party hen,
You'd flame me slippers, pipe and armchair spy.
An awkward time is the best for byebye-
Upside down, back to front, and inside out
We know each other - I'll angle an exit sly
While at the gym you kickbox, flirt and pout.
Another brand, or another flavour-
So who is doing who the loving favour?

{3D interactive chorus in D flat:}

Another brand, or another flavour.
Another brand, or another mull.
Another brand, or another taste.

taste, savour, mull.

a study toward sonnet #158 by FisherKingKQJ
in A flat

Your native shyness is almost visceral,
It's habitual, you pull back without thinking,
More private than a bobcat, and feral
Even, but in time I've gained an inkling.
You're a star beyond and beneath twinkling,
A blackhole in a white blaze, in a door
A wicket, and in love with you I'm sinking;
You're the ice wedge in the wormhole thaw.
You're exemplary earth mother at core,
Where I'm a comet hectic and errant-
You're shy mimosa, you're shy marigold, or
You're a sweet yet anaemic pitcher plant.
A sun at your twigs, a sun at your roots,
You're a fountain of symmetry which suits.

{3D interactive chorus in B flat:}

You're a fount of symmetry which suits.
You're a fount of symmetry which fits.
You're a fount of symmetry which matches.

a study toward sonnet #157 by FisherKingKQJ
in F flat


...I struck out for the strand, but my swim strokes
Were stymied by the choppy waves...I was tripped
From behind by him as weakly he tried to coax
Me to his plan, under water I slipped.
Our noses snorting bubbles, I was gripped
By him still, I emerged seconds later, ahead
Of the so and so, trod water; I'd just nipped
Him, salty bull kelp and my hair spread
On my eyes and chin. He'd deeply misread
His chances, yet his arm curled round my ribs,
My palms pushed at his chest, I'd almost fled,
No way now was he getting first dibs.
But we were roiled by the dark undertow
Our thighs bumped together in the grey flow.

{3D interactive chorus in G flat}

Our thighs bumped together in the grey flow.
Our thighs bumped together in the grey current.
Our thighs bumped together in the grey stream.

a study toward sonnet #156 by FisherKingKQJ
in D flat

A happy ever after? Who would've thought?
You're far away in thought in your photo portrait.
Perhaps in a bas relief you might be better caught,
In hundred and eighty degree rotate?
Or perhaps a two places at once superstate:
You dissolve into gales of chuckles and mirth,
You grin and shake your head when you're late,
You make me the only person on earth,
You storm out a room knowing your own worth,
Your lips twitch when I attempt to amuse,
You sort of give other girls a wide berth,
And you shrug your shoulders if there's no use.
I love you three hundred and sixty degrees:
If I didn't we'd both be wild mistigris.

{3D interactive chorus in E flat:}

If I didn't we'd both be wild mistigris.
If I didn't we'd both be wild fools.
If I didn't we'd both be wild jokers.

a study toward sonnet #155 by FisherKingKQJ
in B flat

I'd expected him to be evasive,
And my deceased brother roundabout dissed.
He looked a gargoyle stoney impassive,
Any fear or qualms I quickly dismissed.
I'd picked a dry malmsey from the winelist,
We dined on fresh, panfried garlic rockfish
And boiled down potatoes in seasalt grist
With mojo picon sauce, a Tenerife dish.
Las Palmas town was a nirvana niche
It teemed tourists and military types,
Arab merchant sailors dapper and swish,
The beach downtown fit the travelogue hypes.
On the lantern lit boardwalk a whistle:
To my accident prone brother a silbo epistle.

{3D interactive chorus in C flat:}

On the lantern lit boardwalk a whistle.
On the lantern lit boardwalk a chirp.
On the lantern lit boardwalk a pipe.

a study toward sonnet #154 by FisherKingKQJ
in F flat

I take pseudophedrine to freeze out cold
And scotch endorphin's natural exude,
And over- the- counter might be oversold
To liver in a kidney civil feud.
My joints and ligaments by pain sinewed,
A trojan horse itch in my nose replete,
A sniffy peck by sweet you is reissued;
Your grand pyrrhic victory no small feat.
You decide my clothes, which tofu to eat-
Madam, my fingers I limber and crack
In driving gloves, you drive from the backseat:
If not pleasure, you're a pleasurable rack.
To high death I prefer low level pain,
Your watery eyes sick, to sobbing vain.

{3D interactive chorus in G flat:}

Your watery eyes sick, to sobbing vain.
Your watery eyes sick, to sobbing arrogant.
Your watery eyes sick, to sobbing conceit.

a study toward sonnet #153 by FisherKingKQJ
in D flat

I was madly, completely in love with a boy
Who hardly acknowledged my existence,
He was in a relationship to further annoy...
I sucked in a sigh to sustain commonsense.
My current fellow gave up the pretence,
With his hand he stifled politely a yawn-
I'd primped, I'd flirted, with no recompense
Though we were face to face, pawn to pawn.
I escaped the gaze of this glass unicorn,
And as the roof rattled, I found a better table
And chair at the window. I loved a forlorn,
Wet likeness under the deli gable.
He had the posture, jaw angle, height, too,
Across the wet, hailstone stung avenue.

{3D interactive chorus in E flat:}

Across the wet, hailstone stung avenue.
Across the wet, hailstone stung road.
Across the wet, hailstone stung street.

a study toward sonnet #152 by FisherKingKQJ
in B flat

He moved his weight with an awkward jolt
To yinyang the chaise lounge for a quickie;
In a second he started his soft assault,
He began to french kiss, stroke and lick me.
He undid the buttons of my dickey,
I moaned my consent, and then he murmured
Nonsense, he shaped my navel with his sticky
Long tongue; he pushed aside my cups to gird
And fondle my heaving breasts. He assured
Me by squeezing my shoulders a moment,
Against an idea of of deep love inured;
His lewd tongue furled my nipples to foment.
We made love once till I was tired and sore:
He's now a friend of a friend, as before.

{3D interactive chorus in C flat:}

He's now a friend of a friend, as before.
He's now a friend of a friend, as earlier.
He's now a friend of a friend, as previous.

a study toward sonnet #151 by FisherKingKQJ
in G flat

I've always thought portraits obituary
And dismissed the thought of you on canvas,
I've been cool and summarily wary
Of buffing you dainty or brushing you crass.
I prefer mutual slumber to carcase,
We're more nymphs of cicada or mayfly-
To your words I'm strongly disposed to bias,
I work round dry skin of rumour or lie.
Two husks on a trunk in autumn now dry,
We're snuggled under the duvet, we're curled
From artists whose shortcomings can pass us by,
Let's blink blind the wicked, bad, evil world.
My love, in our dream we dream but a feast
And in our life we love what we fear least.

{3D interactive chorus in A flat:}

My love, in our dream we dream a feast.
My love, in our dream we dream a banquet.
My love, in our dream we dream a repast.

a study toward sonnet #150 by FisherKingKQJ
in E flat

He poked me hard, so letting out a muffled cry,
On his eyelids sweat shone; and I could tell
He loved women and did his best to gratify;
I was chuffed to be his girl, I felt the love well.
My back arched, I felt my labia minora swell,
I moaned, I felt my head to one side flick,
My fingers squeezed at the mattress pellmell,
My thighs squeezed at his hips sweaty and slick.
And then the blush of orgasm began to click
Through me. I sensed the surge of his climax,
I scowled amused to see pleasure crick
His neck, his chiselled features tense, relax.
He rolled, then gave my midriff this tickle,
I wiped off his hazed forehead sweaty trickle.

[Closing couplet revised with bombast for flat screens 4/9/05]

{3D interactive chorus in F flat:}

He rolled and gave my tummy a tickle.
He rolled and gave my tummy a caress.
He rolled and gave my tummy a stroke.

a study toward sonnet #149 by FisherKingKQJ
in C flat

He rolled close and gently slapped my derriere,
Then he stroked my curly black hair tangle,
Then he unsnapped my lace push up brassiere
So letting the cups and the straps dangle.
My large tits swung free at a slight angle,
He closed his eyes and let out a lewd moan,
He kissed my arm down to the gold bangle,
My reddish nipples his teeth bared to hone.
His incisors the aureoles started to cone,
I yelled out and grabbed at his shoulder blades-
Under his angles I was sweetly prone-
His face rolled through bedlamp rays and shades.
Like a fruitbat at a cactus blossom,
So his face plunged into my warm bosom.

{3D interactive chorus in D flat:}

So his face plunged into my warm bosom.
So his face plunged into my warm chest.
So his face plunged into my warm ribs.

a study toward sonnet #148 by FisherKingKQJ
A flat

On a squeeze of his fingers across mine
I remembered my hand was in his hand,
So soft, so sinewy. Up till now the design
Of one woman for one man had been banned.
Across realms of fable he strode and spanned
My life, that is, careened it back to front,
He met my command with his countermand
And my once clear mind turned a fuddled munt.
The glint in his hazel eyes, deep and blunt
Enflamed my skin and so I was tonguetied.
Commitment? I was terrified of the brunt
Of intimacy which with habit vied.
That his grip was tight I wished to couch-
So I used telepathy to convey, Ouch!

{3D interactive chorus in B flat:}

That his grip was tight I wished to couch.
That his grip was tight I wished to hint.
That his grip was tight I wished to infer.

a study toward sonnet #147 by FisherKingKQJ
in F flat

Ooooh, Ahmed! I murmured with a tiny sigh,
I pressed my face into his jacket. Did
He still want me? And why was I still shy?
Did he see disaster where I saw splendid?
The more I thought the more I felt he'd rid
Himself of me. The real me couldn't cope.
He dragged me about to face him; avid,
He cupped my face, his eyes glistening hope.
He was real, unlike me, not one to mope,
So when he invaded my mouth with his
In a fishlike kiss against the car door slope
It's spontaneous fire I couldn't dismiss.
Whether he loved me as me neurotic,
Subsumed in kisses rough and chaotic.

{3D interactive chorus in G flat:}

Subsumed in kisses rough and chaotic.
Subsumed in kisses rough and random.
Subsumed in kisses rough and wild.

a study toward sonnet #146 by FisherKingKQJ
in D flat

I definitely preferred to dictate
The circumstances, and to languish
In an art gallery cafe inchoate
Thrust me in a condition of anguish.
Ingratiating, he neutralised my wish:
He noted my heart beating like a drum,
My blue sloe eyes to point of nebbish,
I rolled my eyes away, my eyelids numb.
I sat down maybe the position to plumb
My legs shook, he lobbed me myopic.
Anxious, the ottoman took up my thrum
A distress call and he changed the topic
Over new age music I didn't lash out:
Just like a first date to accentuate doubt.

{3D interactive chorus in E flat:}

Just like a first date to accentuate doubt.
Just like a first date to accentuate misgiving.
Just like a first date to accentuate reserve.

a study toward sonnet #145 by FisherKingKQJ
in C flat

On a low gasp I twined my arms round his neck
And pressed my torso to his in an intuitive
Reply to the desires he roused at his beck
And call, a state in which I might forever live.
I fumbled, I clicked the cabin door brass sniv-
The lively gossip on deck now rumble,
My complete self I was now ready to give
To my love. I fet his large hand fumble
My beret, my blonde hair from it tumble,
And we rolled on the bunk under duress
Of the liner's pitch, roll, and, engine mumble,
And he pushed up my pleated raw silk dress.
As his lips to my lips clamped and acquiesced,
My probing tongue his enflamed love finessed.

{3D interactive chorus in D flat:}

As his lips to my lips clamped and acquiesced.
As his lips to my lips clamped and deferred.
As his lips to my lips clamped and surrendered.

a study toward sonnet #144 by Fisher KingKQJ
in A flat

So you tread by my side
The green and ebbing waves.
I hold back on my pride
As we're slaves among slaves.
Your wet seagrape crown,
My pendant bottle glass!
Cracked dry seashells worn down,
Two wet windsurfers pass.
And windy gripes complained
To twisters of sand reduce,
Hot air roundly ingrained
By crises worn with use.
Our vows are now remade
In offwhite toitoi shade.

{3D interactive chorus in B flat:}

Our vows are now remade.
Our vows are now recreated.
Our vows are now reproduced.

a study toward sonnet #143 by FisherKingKQJ
in F flat


I tried extreme makeover on the lam
As I pretty look the blackout rapist...
Not me! I sprinkle weed with Epilam!
I wiggled to the Beauty the- rapist,
A few guessing I'm a prison escapist.
Bliage, caramel highlights, gel, perm, weight?
Hummed and haad the colourist and stylist
My gritty broken nails were in a state
He or she pointed, limp wristed, effeminate.
A chest and eyebrow wax were just the cure
In their poncey anal -ysis. So my mate
From behind hugged me pretty as a picture.
I started out a joined eyebrow wuss
Now I'm a metrosexual Narcissus.

{3D interactive chorus in G flat:}

I started out a joined eyebrow wuss.
I started out a joined eyebrow pillock.
I started out a joined eyebrow twit.

a study toward sonnet #142 by FisherKingKQJ
in D flat

The drops of a waterclock are sublime,
Yesterday, today and tomorrow all collude
In eccentric ripples of phoney time,
By crystal ticks escape cogwheels are screwed.
I've laboured to bring your similitude
To verse, your epidermal ticks poly,
Your white gold immortal, half carat rude,
I strike clean rather than free and jolly.
The henna and saline implants you dolly
The pilates, the diet teas and collagen
Are heroic in their germinal folly;
The golden people have business acumen.
I love you in all directions outside time,
Your worked ingot, your fifty word chime.

{3D interactive chorus in E flat:}

Your worked ingot, your fifty word chime.
Your worked ingot, your fifty word ring.
Your worked ingot, your fifty word tinkle.

a study toward sonnet #141 by FisherKingKQJ
in B flat.

While my eyes welled with tears, my skin felt
A tingle. I leaned back and turned to catch
Her every fair angle; mother nature dealt
Her a certain kookiness. At first snatch
I'd thought she might be icy and a patch
Despotic, even; but she'd warmed up in
A dash, her voice pitched with a childish catch.
Her brown eyes dilated, her brows pencilled thin,
She placed an index finger on my chin
And lips, then I unbuttoned her dickey
And pulled it open. My fingers passed twin
Underwire cups to a snap quite tricky.
I outlined a nipple and saw her swell
With an identical desire to quell.

{3D interactive chorus in C flat:}

I outlined a nipple and saw her swell.
I outlined a nipple and saw her heave.
I outlined a nipple and saw her tumefy.

a study toward sonnet #140 by FisherKingKQJ
in G flat.

Who can tell whether granite skyscrapers
Of media moguls will outlast this rhyme?
I can only buff your japes and capers,
And all is blanked by sandblast over time.
A counter revolution assizes
And knocks the statues of demagogues,
Revered oligarchs and despots excises;
Alexandria's library enflamed rogues.
Against death, or prolonged pain worse
You carry your mortality in your genes
Your beauty's grace of fifty words occurs
At gestures and in unique timbre convenes.
Your sweet crooked smile fills in proteonome,
A seismic vindication of genome.

{3D interactive chorus in A flat:}

A seismic vindication of genome.
A seismic vindication of blueprint.
A seismic vindication of plot.

a study toward sonnet #139 by FisherKingKQJ
in E flat

A pensive look on his symmetric
And long pale face stopping short of lewd.
My lack of forward planning made me sick:
The wrong bikini, it hung slack, skewed,
One size too large. Ancient worries renewed:
A knee scar, a freckle, a veiny blob...
I felt vulnerable, meanwhile he brewed,
I felt his eyes slit, I felt my heart throb
For him nonetheless; however, if Bob
Could ogle me, then it was also true
I could ogle the outline of his knob,
His pigeon chest; a mat of brunette curls
I swabbed with a seasponge in yinyang swirls.

{3D interactive chorus in F flat:}

I swabbed with a seasponge in yinyang swirls.
I swabbed with a seasponge in yinyang eddies.
I swabbed with a seasponge in yinyang turns.

[By 2050AD GDP will be eight times greater than now, and I expect the audience will be
completely unionised by the Punters' Union.]

It's nearly time to hit the road and find some business partners. A certain rival, I--x, has quit town so there can be no confusion, now, as to what I mean by 3D. For me 3D, like time travel, is an every day thing. Parallax is a waste of time
because in 3D objects move in all directions; not only is parallax solved by shutter speed, 60 fps, but all the techniques are
backwardly compatible. One can see that a news program, for example, with its three cameras exists in 2D for cultural
rather than scientific reasons. And indeed, popular stereography goes back to origin of photography itself (1850AD)
My techniques are simple and sculptural, rather than graphic as I believe the common strand of art is the pursuit of
immortality. That might mean computer generating someone middle aged such as myself as a teenager, or retired
famous artists, or even artists from the earliest days of the talkies.
I'm going to approach Sky City Casino AGAIN, diplomatically not mentioning the failed I--- or even the failed Deep V----, so noone can say I'm difficult or didn't let them have a look in.

a study toward sonnet #138 by FisherKingKQJ in C flat

He plunged into me fast, into my abyss,
We yelled in unison, and his large palms
Resumed their circular massaging bliss,
I was searching out his rhythm, my arms
Now enforcing the beat of my own charms;
Around his vertebrae and hips I snuck
My thighs and heels so quashing any qualms,
I arched my pelvis to meet buck with buck...
He collapsed, I yelled as ecstasy struck
Into the sky comets; he pushed his face
Into my hair. Then it was my good luck
He rolled his weight off me to give me space.
We drifted toward a world more frantic;
For now, we listened to the quartz clock tick.

{3D interactive chorus, in D flat:}

We drifted toward a world more frantic.
We drifted toward a world more rabid.
We drifted toward a world more wild.

a study toward sonnet #137 by FisherKingKQJ,
in A flat

I applied my lips to Roy's lips, my hands
I slipped across his wide, tanned, hairy chest
Until my fingers tangled in the strands
On his nape. My tongue curled, pushed to test
His teeth and I felt him mould a breast
With an odd half gulp as his lips dropped
From mine to lick a hot, blind, trail, egressed
My chin, my trembling throat, and then stopped
At my collar bone. As his hands copped
And plucked my bra strap on my vee neck top
I gasped, my back against the bonnet propped.
My hands his thighs began to stroke and strop.
My nipples under his knuckles rolled round
While his raised knee warmly rubbed my mound.

{3D interactive chorus in B flat:}

My nipples under his knuckles rolled round.
My nipples under his knuckles rolled circuit.
My nipples under his knuckles rolled tour.

a study toward sonnet #136 by FisherKingKQJ

Oooh, I gasped, no more able to resist
Jimmy's lips which patrolled and probed my lips
As he thrust on the dinghy bob and list
As he caressed and pressed my waist and hips....
The previous men had all been radar blips.
My lungs swelled under the craven assault
Of his lips, and then I felt seagrape pips
On his buttocks, wet sandgrains and dry salt
Beneath my nails rasp, on his shoulders halt.
Inside me, lust for satisfaction welled
His shadow conjoined a cloudy eclipse...
Dormant, I felt the crazy lava swelled,
I craved him, every bit, I shivered,
My lower back suddenly arched, I quivered...

{3D interactive chorus:}

I craved him, every bit, I shivered.
I craved him, every bit, I quaked.
I craved him, every bit, I trembled.

a study toward sonnet #135 by FisherKingKQJ

He took the auspices of my muddle
To seize and loot as he wished. I tried
To demur, he clinched me in a cuddle
And catalysed the kiss, his hot tongue pried,
My heart leapt. Around my nape felt I glide
A hand, the other moulded my derriere.
All my senses compounded as he plied
My response: blue sparks, nimbus stratosphere,
To a primordial core he was sincere.
I became sovereignly alert, inward cursed,
We bumped over a plant stand standing near,
With a moan of ecstacy I reversed.
What nonsense, from a distance the sarcasm
From my husband came, enforcing the schism.

{3D interactive chorus:}

What nonsense, from a distance the sarcasm.
What nonsense, from a distance the acrimony.
What nonsense, from a distance the taunt.

courtesy of the Punters' Union, a study toward sonnet #134
by FisherKingKQJ

And the few times he'd given me a lift home
He'd placed his arm round me on the kerb
I'd swivel to him and enjoy the roam
Of his kisses, his hugs and clasps superb.
I enjoyed his cologne of cedar and herb.
According to the ticklish paroxysm
My infatuation with him wouldn't curb,
My body craved his body, but a spasm
Zigzag zapped me at the thought of him.
I'd pulled at his belt, I'd stopped, disgusted
By misgivings. I was paralysed. In the chasm.
We talked it over, he so bold, I busted.
I've let him undo buttons on my blouse:
I might invite him over to my house.

{3D interactive chorus:}

I've let him undo buttons on my blouse.
I've let him undo buttons on my corsage.
I've let him undo buttons on my dickey.

[I've missed a day due to a thunderstorm. Never mind. It's quite exciting starting an entire industry for
interactive movies and interactive music from the bottom up. I really like the idea of the Punters' Union award ceremonies taking place in the Hobart casino. As for releasing the interactive music I think it's going to be a good idea to flood the market in 2006 AD with 200 sonnets of mine plus another 200 (songs) from affiliates of the
exemplified 3d interactive chorus. Sonnet #134 coming soon...]