Category: Writers Block
Melanie sat in her blue nightgown staring at the ceiling smiling happily to herself. She ran her hands over the lips where her husband Rodrigo had kissed her, and all the places he had touched last night on their wedding night. I can't believe it, she thought to herself dreamily. I have been waiting to be Mrs. Rodriguez for years, and now it has finally happened. The phone rang, and she reached over to answer it.
"Hello"? She asked breathlessly into the phone.
"My darling Melanie, so glad you are awake. How did you sleep"?
"Just fine Rodrigo. Where are you"?
"I am out buying something special for you."
"Aww you are so sweet. What is it"? Her mind racing on what his gift possibly could be.
"No hints my love, you will just have to wait. Get dressed, and I will pick you upin front of our hotel in an hour. You will get your present while we take a nice carriage ride through the park. How does that sound"?
"That sounds lovely." She smiled broadly, and began to get dressed for the day rapidly.
"Wonderful then I will see you soon!" He beamed into the phone, happily thrilled at how the simplest of gestures made his new wife so pleased.
"Oh and Melanie"?
"Yes." She sighed in happiness.
"I love you."
"I love you too." She dressed quickly in a simple blue gown with a slit up the side. Oh it is too revealing she chided, but it has a full skirt it is not that bad. She put on a heart necklace,her wedding ring, and she plaited her hair into braids. Before she knew it, she put on her black stockings, and black high heels, and she heard horses and a carriage pull up outside the hotel. She hurried out of her room, putting on her shawl, tossing her key in the pocket of her shawl just to be safe. She raced down the stairs, and waited as Rodrigo let down the foot step so she could ascend the carriage. She got in, and relaxed into the soft cushions the carriage provided. Rodrigo embraced her, and held her for a long time. They kissed for an hour, then broke apart breathlessly.
"Now here is your present. I hope you like it." She opened up a small velvet jewelry box. Inside sitting on a small cushion of velvet, sat a locket with their wedding picture inside it. She smiled, and kissed Rodrigo's cheek.
"Oh Rodrigo it is beautiful." She breathed.
"And it is engraved look at the inscription."
"Seasons may come and go, and time goes by,but this way I will never forget the love we share between you and I. Me and you, just us two." Tears brimmed in her eyes, and she hugged him tightly. "Let's go back to the hotel. Melanie said boldly, her cheeks red with lust. "I need to show you how much I love you."
"All right as you wish my love." Rodrigo said smiling wryly to himself. They got back,locked the door, and spent hour after hour devouring each other. Clothes came off, kisses were longer, the caresses were more intimate, the passion was greater, everything was amazing. As they collapsed onto the bed their limbs still intertwined from the afternoon and morning's lovemaking, Rodrigo stared at Melanie as she slept, her head resting on his chest. "I am so lucky, he thought. I now know what true love is, and I have her to thank for it. He drifted off to sleep happily, lovingly ensconced in love's sweet and tender embrace.
The End
I know it is not Fifty Shades of Gray, but I hope you all enjoy it. Let me know your thoughts.
Peace and love to all my friends.
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Imprecator sends the OP a Tiffany box of my last bowel movement.
i think it's good poetry
19th century upper class British or Northeast white lady, a scenario from wich the suffragettes ran.
Upper class white rich British or Northeast man: Would die of a heart attack from the stress caused by all the expectations for not only romantic gentlemanly attitude but also for being the sole financial provider, and provisioner of expensive gifts.
Speaking of expensive gifts, one of the most elaborate was to go out and bring down a bird, best with a stone so as not to pierce it, take it to the taxytermist and have it stuffed. Then to the hatter's to have a fine hat made for her with the dead bird on top. Failure to do so would render the poor man a "loser" in today's terms.
Romance / fashionableness of this nature always takes life. Only with a veneer of sweetness.
Garbage rot does have a sort of sickly sweet essence to its odor also.
I'll take the down to earth type, mutual respect, and all that. Even though I am personally the type to be a bit of a romance teddy bear in that department.
So ... who cleaned the hotel room for them? And what is their life like?
Ramble ramble ramble.
The idea I think is sweet, although I did notice a few errors of punctuation. Quite short, but I understand one can't write a book on this post.
Keep up the good work.