a study toward sonnet #204 by FisherKingKQJ
Affirming by low laughs he aptly rolled
On me, his weight displaced to his elbows,
His pelvis humping dry my pelvis bold,
And teasing, his lips lightly gauging my nose.
At such times my eyes automatic close,
And open, his rapid, wild breath I track
Always ineptly fondling, and time slows
In ethereal scents and smells out of whack.
My love is certain in his wildcat knack
Of fascinating me, would not dismiss
My personal tragedies, there's no flak
Against my booboos, nor does he diss.
I lie with him on the ryegrass stop bank-
My flesh is delirious, my mind is blank.
{3D interactive chorus:}
I lie with him on the ryegrass stop bank.
I lie with him on the ryegrass stop ridge.
I lie with him on the ryegrass stop wall.