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.