The sky had closed it’s eyes and only faint distant sounds of life could be heard. Occasionally, I could hear the hollow song of the mortar and pestle pounding away into the depth of the night. In the wee hours of the morning, I could further hear the toads humming in the twilight in a way that kept the rhythm of what was lost. Suddenly, the legendary storms of the Pacific off loaded cool breeze straight into my blanket through the open window like a bolt from the blue. I felt I was surrounded on all sides by chasms of cold empty air that indicated it was time to prepare to be driven to the reception of our wedding ceremony. In a twinkle of an eye, I was up and preened myself and in a flash of light went straight to my bridal dressing room, wore make up to appear more seductive and attractive to the man of my dreams. I selected the best bridal robes ready to meet Peterson – the darling of my royal heart whom I had been courting for over three years. During this period, we had discovered each other’s strength and weaknesses, likes and dislikes and we often snuggled on each other’s bosom for longtime each time we met. Peterson is too handsome for anything a woman desires in a man. He is tall with golden brown skin. His eyes sparkles and whenever he looks at me. I can’t help loving him more and more.
Ever since we met, I found out that we were the perfect match from heaven. My lovely hubby is as fit as a fiddle and often walks with an accustomed tread. Occasionally I could rest my pillowy and magnificent breasts on his cushion-like-chest where I felt snug as a bug in a rug. We further felt head over heels in love with each other. One time we walked down the beautiful coconut trees and cashew nuts and between green candle-like buds. To the furthest ends of the colored horizon, we could see dark aromatic thickets interwoven with yellow and purple-like flowers that boosted our romance and bliss as we strolled by, our world is so full of joy and ceaseless happiness. Peterson is my first love and there’s no one else I know besides him. In fact, it would be right to say that our love first started as puppy love while we were still teenagers and later grew to bear fruit leading us to this gracious wedding. Earlier on, we had promised each other heaven on earth and to walk down the aisle together like true love birds, and now our dream was unfolding like a movie before our very eyes.
My official driver came and picked me with a bunch of chosen lovely maids and flower girls to head straight to the wedding reception. On the journey, I kept on meditating and wondering how our honeymoon would turn out to be; how I would give him my long preserved virginity. I fantasied deeply about our upcoming romantic battle in the sweetness of our bodies bombarding each other in a sexual quagmire of consummation. As soon as we arrived, Peterson was already waiting for me at the reception. Suddenly, the priest appeared and posed this question to the congregants, ” is there anyone who has a reason why these two shouldn’t be joined as husband and wife? ” Looking through the crowd with limpid eyes, he saw no one objecting to our marriage union. Then in a blink of an eye, we exchanged our vows, the priest prayed for us and our wedding rings sending us off as newly wedded couple who are now officially husband and wife. Peterson is such a likeable person who has a long cut face and his neck is decorated with the code of Adams. He has a long beauteous neck like a desert tree. He is the hallmark of my joy and happiness.
By Bishop Love
Love and Romantic Poems 