3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

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.