a study toward sonnet #952 by FisherKingKQJ
I slid the palm of my hand down the side
Of my breast swell, and followed it around
My hard ribcage, my curvy waist the guide
To my wide sweeping hip, receding mound.
The memories of you made my heart pound,
I felt ashamed to be so quickly roused,
The way you kissed and kissed and slowly ground-
Tears started rolling down, my wet locks doused.
Remake of some film I remotely bowsed,
I slid on my white-on-cream stitched terry robe;
Two players at wits' end, in each other soused,
While I drooped on top of a fitness globe.
It's best to love, and then cut short the dump,
For me the One should be a cobbled lump.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 dump
o $10,000,000 rubbish
o $10,000,000 trash
[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]
SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS