a study toward sonnet #203 by FisherKingKQJ
He pulled me close to him, and hips on hips
I reciprocated a ginger touch;
His tonguetip and lips assuaged my own lips,
I was in love in so far as, in as much.
So cherished, as myself, more than a crutch,
I leant back from my lower spine to appraise,
To flick some hair back, to savour his clutch
Accepting a fad or eternal craze.
He loved my selfless, samaritan ways,
My quickness to forgive all kinds of tripe
And further more it didn't fail to amaze-
At his loony mum I forwent a swipe.
He cupped the lacey outline of my breast
In trembling hand and warm it felt the best.
{3D interactive chorus:}
He cupped the lacey outline of my breast.
He cupped the lacey outline of my jug.
He cupped the lacey outline of my tit.