a study toward sonnet #421 by FisherKingKQJ
I watch him perform - his eyes screwed shut
As he administers his thrust and poke,
As his supple hands squeeze around my butt,
I love the roughride in his sinewy yoke.
But I have to hold the tears back and choke
In anguish that I've got no sex appeal,
That his eyes when closed deceptively cloak
An impersonal and cold makeshift deal.
That you make love eyes open is unreal-
Perhaps you climax with a ludicrous grin-
And expect him to politely grunt and squeal
As you've got him under your pampered skin?
The pleasure of your pubes is best felt
When into his thrusting you blindly melt.
The pleasure of your pubes is best felt.
The pleasure of your pubes is best experienced.
The pleasure of your pubes is best sensed.
[Proof of concept for interactive movies.]