a study toward sonnet #483 by FisherKingKQJ
The first night of summer quarter was cold,
The darksome drizzle was sporadic and warm,
The mute sheet lightning was a largess to behold,
Backlit the black sea and cresting wave storm.
The mansion lights sparkled her goddess form,
We backstroked twice the hilltop swimming pool,
Three or four lengths might've been her norm,
There were worse means to burn a kilojoule.
She squeezed off her bandeau of crimson tulle,
Revealing her large breasts, off came her pants,
She tugged down my trunks to further passion fuel,
I made love to her in some dogpaddle stance.
She roiled on the first stroke, that was no shame-
I kneaded her breasts, then she came and came.
(Chorus)
She roiled on the first stroke, that was no shame.
She roiled on the first stroke, that was no disgrace.
She roiled on the first stroke, that was no obloquy.
[Autocube3 - autocue for interactive movies.]