3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

Revised sonnet #1335

Wed kept the twisting towel in fists from flight
Our feet then balled and heeled at searing sand
Each compass corner anchored stuff at hand
Our bags and flasks the billowing breeze a blight
We sighed and sat we smirked the summer rite
The pier and surf impressed immensely bland
The green volcano island certain gland
We slipped on sunnies much to soften sight
Across the shoulder blades and middle back
I felt tan creme at fingers overlap
Then she stretched and snapped the bandeau strap
In pulling pranks on pals a naughty knack
Instead of stroking creme on her I pin
Jam crotch of swimsuit mine at her taut chin
Chorus pin nail skewer