Category: Writers Block
Rain fell steadily as Sumatra sat sewing a new dress. As the clock struck eleven and she heard the chimes from the big grandfather clock in the hall, she wondered where could her love Jeeves be at this hour. Oh I hope nothing has happened to him she thought desperately, I don't know what I would do without him. I would be lost without him, she thought and she let a few tears fall from her eyes. I'm sure he is all right she thought to herself, now you have to finish this dress she told herself. If you want it to be ready as a surprise for him when he gets home tonight you need to get busy, so she set to work. Her needle flew as thoughts of them and the love they shared with one another gave her motivation to keep going. In two hours, the dress was completed. She smiled, and put away her house dressin her closet to wear tomorrow, and went into her bedroom to put on the fabulous new creation she had just been inspired to make. She slipped into the dress with no problem. She glanced at herself in her full length mirror, and beamed with pride at her reflection. It is perfect she said aloud, and sat in her parlor sewing and humming to herself happily as she waited for her husband to return home from his latest show in Paris. As she finished making dinner, her telephone rang. It was her mother, and they talked for a bit. Then she heard the key turn in the lock, and she ran to the door to greet her husband. She flung open the door, and there stood her husband Jeeves smiling sweetly at her, three packages in his hands. "Oh my darling, you have no idea how much I have missed you." And I you my love." He embraced her, and they kissed for what seemed like hours getting lost within one another. After a while they broke apart, and she let Jeeves into their flat. He hung up his hat and coat in the hall, and they went into the kitchen to eat. They talked and reminisced about old times and new times to come in their future. She opened three packages from when he was away. The first was a framed photo of their first kiss in Paris beside the Rhine River. The second was a cd of every song they danced to while they were courting. And the third was a small note. The note said I love you my dearest Samatra, I miss you, I want you, and I need you. There can never be another you. "Oh Jeeves I love you too." "And it is not over yet my love, he said, as he got down on one knee with a diamond ring in his hand. Samutra Collinsworth you are the sun the moon and the wind that flowers my soul. I love you more then life itself. Will you marry me"? "Yes Jeeves yes I will." And on their wedding day on April 3 which was their one year wedding anniversary, they renewed their vows for the second time. Their wedding vows were short, but said so much. Me and you, just us two, were the words they never forgot to say to each other on this lovely day, and all the days of their life together. So what is the moral you can take away from this tale I am telling you? Let love in, and cherish it. You will be glad you did. I hope you all like my story. Please leave your comments. I want to know what you each think of it! Love you all, your friend poetry in motion :)
My shit smells like garlic at the moment.
the two of you make such a lovely couple, I surely hope I'm invited to the wedding
It needs some editing. That's all I'm saying.
Romantic.
I mean the story.
not the wedding between Imp and Poetry? LOL.
Can't say. He seems to think lots about his bathroom activities, and she's romantic. What do you think?
I have noticed and said so, he's her one man fan club. He's always the first poster after hers.
So possibily, this is like when you were in grade school and you pulled the girls poney tail? Smile.
The bathroom is a holy place
I can whack off without disgrace
and then, when you do, will she still wanna marry you?
I must assume you will do that with Poetry on your mind, reading her poetry to you and her various quotes of the days from the past. I can sense the desperation you have for her. Poetry, I encourage you to get in contact with Imprecator. You just may have found your true love for life.
Awe, thanks Ryan, buddy.
Define true love. Next, if it's true, why do you need to give it a second chance? :)
I gave love a second chance,
As she removed my pecker from my pants.
It was good that she first sucked on my wood,
But it was tough parked in an alley out in the hood.
She stopped sucking before my load would blow,
"WTF!" I exclaimed," you stupid ho."
She said tonight, my darling you get a special treat,
Get ready for something, warm, wet, and delicately sweet.
As she layed me out on the back seat,
She started plugging her hoel with my man meat.
After blowing my load from the passionate love we made,
She said "happy VD love, I just gave you aids".
The first time we made love she gave me the clap,
But now I also had this HIV crap.
In to her lovely eyes I did stare,
knowing that every STD she would share.
She said "I know this will make your life hard",
So this time I won't even take your credit card.
The Mentors - Golden showers
Listen little girl it´s near the hour
Come with me and take golden shower
Listen little slut, do as you´re told
Come with daddy for me to pour the gold
Golden shower, it´s getting near the hour
For a golden shower,
I´ve got the righteous power
All through my excrements you shall roam
Open your mouth and taste the foam
Bend up and smell my anal vapor
Your face is my toilet paper
Golden shower, I´ve got the power
For a golden shower,
I´ve got the righteous power
Our relationship I don´t want to spoil it
You are my personal toilet
Listen little girl
It´s getting near the hour
On your face I leave a shit tower
Shit tower, prune skin power
Smellin´ sour, it´s the shit tower
Golden showers,
It´s getting near the hours
For a golden shower,
I´ve got the righteous power
Hmm! I can see some of us were inspired to,,,, write!
This is writers block, I guess. Perhaps we should copy, not move this board to love swap?
I think it's appropriately placed in Writers Block. Remember, we're sharing our poetic love with the world!
Hmm, might have a point!
To VH's post number 3: Lol! Opposites attract? I can attest to that.