a study toward sonnet #553 by FisherKingKQJ
That pH upset read infection credible,
The chocolate sauce laced dairy cream
Bikini impractical, although edible-
So could I make love to surface and gleam?
The superimposed karma sutra theme,
The momentum loss to his wiggling swoops,
The slomo circus acrobatics ream
Turned me into orgasm-free pretzel loops.
Then, dogpaddling, his fists became huge scoops,
And kneaded my breasts as if baker's dough-
Should I've obliged with delirious whoops?
My nipples hurt; so much for afterglow.
To chlorine cuts of my slot in the spa,
To him, I grunted, and grimaced...tata!
(Chorus)
To him, I grunted, and grimaced...tata! SPADES
To him, I grunted, and grimaced...adieu! CLUBS
To him, I grunted, and grimaced...farewell! DIAMONDS
[Autocube3 - autocue for 3d interactive movies.]
{! is Polari for !}
{l1 corrected for typeset 7/12/05.}