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.