a study toward sonnet #414 by FisherKingKQJ
I pin her against the pebble cast wall
As if it is an upright bed of nails
She arches her back cutely in its small
My breath her fast blinking eyelids assails.
She was a favourite of alpha males
Her hair extolled a deep auburn lustre
Her icy blue eyes lilted judging scales
Enough to put a boy in a fluster.
With all my meagre discipline at muster
I undid buttons on her chiffon blouse
I stroked a breast in its lacey cluster
Exactly the way rich playboys espouse.
I watched as I floated on the ceiling
A girl, a boy, we two, stroking, feeling.
A girl, a boy, we two, stroking, feeling.
A girl, a boy, we two, stroking, experiencing.
A boy, a girl, we two, stroking, sensing.
[Proof of concept for interactive movies.]