3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

a study toward sonnet #811 by FisherKingKQJ

I tried to not be with her truth be told,
Our face shapes, skin tone little too alike,
But she was charming in a way alien bold,
I worried that rebuff might turn her dike.
We traded pledge rings, in no way a pike,
We saved ourselves up for her maidenhead,
She got me sodding her with my bald spike,
You see yourself that I was peasy lead.
My voice was late to break, when all is said,
My pink cheeks blossomed into manly fluff,
My hormones pointed me to things not dead,
I shot from runt to gangly which was tough.
I shed puppyfat, yet she craved blubber,
We split on good terms, unlike a rubber.