3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

a study toward sonnet #223 by FisherKingKQJ

You're such a barometer for a storm
With trepidation we still venture out
And if anxious silence is quite the norm
It antes opportunity past doubt.
If the typhoon is self inflicted rout
There's mutual schadenfreude in capsize
And roaming tornado turns slick waterspout
And where typhoons die, hurricanes arise.
Half asleep I roll between your firm thighs
And roil a two star motel waterbed
A porpoise a dolphin carnally implies
Seasick nauseous, and so easily lead.
Neptune's neon trident flashes green then blue,
And in your sleepy, low gasps cyclones brew.

And in your sleepy, low gasps cyclones brew.
And in your sleepy, low gasps cyclones draw.
And in your sleepy, low gasps cyclones infuse.