3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

a study toward sonnet #327 by FisherKingKQJ

He angled at me a chilly, polar stare
As I ran my tongue along my dry lips,
I'd taken the occasion to prepare
A speech full of powerful positive tips.
I froze up, the situation gave me the yips,
And if I started to hear my own voice
My stammer would recommence to eclipse
The sense, I'd be labeled girl-who-annoys.
A jetski and motorboat were his toys,
He flybuyed Vegas conventions for a week,
He must be so used to feminine ploys,
I thought, he'd want sophisticated chic.
He'd lain on a towel on the phoney beach,
To beancount the drops on bikini peach.

He'd lain on a towel on the phoney beach.
He'd lain on a towel on the phoney longshore.
He'd lain on a towel on the phoney strand.