3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

Revised sonnet #1554 by kqj

These eyes are captivated by her curves
Her mammaries are larders camel like
Her eyes hold back tears as if dam or dike
Her mind is met through open ended nerves
I want to search her substance stuff it serves
I wonder should I pounce and pash or pike
I sense her soul suppresses slump and spike
Her dainty moves to me are like hors doeuvres
Her vest is deep and quivers cleavage shade
Her skin is smooth as silk and free of fluff
Her lips impress a straw in lemonade
Her skirt is stitched on sensible enough
The cactus bloom is lodged arrear her ear
A milling mob may idly nudge her near
Chorus ear aoyer oor