3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

a study toward sonnet #302 by FisherKingKQJ


His large hand settled on my lowest rib,
I could sense his mind was on a worry
So I played possum - a physical fib -
One thing worse is a man in a hurry.
Not many brownie points as such curry
To stop breathing for a minute or two,
But it beats a faux premenstrual slurry-
You can politely turn down a good screw.
My fingers tapped his pelvis planes anew,
My tender strokes were quite mechanical,
But I could sense my box tingle pink hue-
When I mounted him I was maniacal.
I had accidentally primed the pump,
And suffered a scrumptious quickie hump.

I had accidentally primed the pump.
I had accidentally primed the camshaft.
I had accidentally primed the bore.