3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

a study toward sonnet #285 by FisherKingKQJ


I was an idiot when I stubbed my toe
On a bump of tree roots in the tarseal-
Afraid to be a buffoon, what do you know,
Just as she got her off-white toy dog to heel.
But it was kindly smile, not laughter peal
With which her violet almond eyes met mine,
The dinky leash she buckled was surreal,
As we surveyed the Ardmore st incline.
I'd felt a feathery tingle up my spine
As she leaned down as to pick up her pet,
Her elongated cleavage looked just fine
And quivered where the underwire cups met.
I could feel in my cheeks a powerful blush
And on her peachlike cheeks I saw a flush.


I could feel in my cheeks a powerful blush.
I could feel in my cheeks a powerful colouring.
I could feel in my cheeks a powerful reddening.