3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

a study toward sonnet #281 by FisherKingKQJ


I clasped the undersides of my knees
Above and over his shoulder blades
I received delicate strokes of ease
So unlike the missionary which jades.
I sobbed softly at his probing raids
And peculiarly felt myself denied
It was one of those fun unfair trades
I jockeyed for the position inside.
His groans were low whereas I cried
Aloud and shook and I felt a sunburst
As I felt his comets inside me slide
And thereby a supernova was nursed.
My hair was clotted by my joyful tears,
Also, he does have the tiniest of rears.


Also, he does have the tiniest of rears.
Also, he does have the tiniest of arses.
Also, he does have the tiniest of backsides.