3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

a study toward sonnet #343 by FisherKingKQJ

He caressed, moulded, shaped their peaks
Through my blouse with his thumbs and palms,
My bra straps got two short assuring tweaks,
He tasted my lobes and their juniper balms.
My babe embraced me in his sinewy arms,
He kissed me quick, then lingered the last,
My heart raced, my brain persevered its qualms,
And I hungered a french kiss to crack the fast.
He whispered mute nothings into the blast
Of Mission Bay breeze into a ticklish lobe,
Two lineskaters in hotpants zigzagged past,
We pondered our future on a glass bouy globe,
The tide was out and dinghys were silt strewn,
My love, as if driftwood, was smoothly hewn.

The tide was out and dinghys were silt strewn.
The tide was out and dinghys were silt cast.
The tide was out and dinghys were silt pitched.

[Proof of concept for interactive movies 18/10/04]