a study toward sonnet #1,214 by FisherKingKQJ
I battled not to leer at her good looks,
The pendulous breasts pent in halter crop
The tiny waist, long legs which wouldn't stop
At snug boy pants hip linked by heart shaped hooks.
She was a saint with nice right angle nooks,
Though no right angel herself, head a prop
On whole of halo, drawing my eyes from strop
Of morning sun, a shield to wreckless sooks.
She wrung sea water out her dark red locks,
Her skin both freckled tan and tanned golden,
Streams spiraled down her quivering cold hocks-
Eve's svelte daughter, of no race beholden
Compass at square, aligned words now describe
Feet sandy in sea glass, avoid diatribe.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 describe
o $10,000,000 itemise
o $10,000,000 portray
[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]
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