a study toward sonnet #348 by FisherKingKQJ
I was enflamed by her teasing kisses,
My goosebumps tingled lots with carnal heat,
And even sundry and searching near misses
Beneath my chin were oddly plum and neat.
Her fingers were long, thin, expert and fleet,
They fumbled to open my gingham shirt,
My palm responsive tantalised her teat,
Inside her burberry blouse close to hurt.
A time I'd admired a solitary tress
Upon her nape which lit up with sunlight,
Aesthetics of which she was unaware,
Reflective surfaces all out of sight.
And yet the moment came when she turned
To smile a smile I willed on her and yearned.
And yet the moment came when she turned.
And yet the moment came when she rotated.
And yet the moment came when she spun.
[Proof of concept for interactive movies 18/10/04]