3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

a study toward sonnet #748 by FisherKingKQJ

Always through aftermath I feel disgust,
Recall your low, burbling, erratic moans;
How could I get so steamed about a bust
So touchy, prone to cancerous hormones?
Why did I seek out the ambiguous groans
Of passion driven or disease rid beast?
As all you are is grasping meat and bones
And sighs of tousled head against my breast.
To think how I need mutual carnal quest
Yet now cooling off in your viscid juices
My staying power and huge revulsion test
This love past the greasy, fleshy sluices.

In pitch black passion furtive veers to dud,
Contesting ebb and flow of period blood.

(Chorus)
$10,000 dud
$10,000 bogus
$10,000 fake