“Now that’s what dreams are made of, just pure purring fantasied reality however bottled and corked.” Said the queen to a round of applause and standing ovations upon standing ovations as the audience stomps their feet declaring almightily. “CHEERS ALL ROUND.” Clashing their goblets, minorities becoming the majority then threw their goblets merrily in the air, all swaying on a swirling high. The courtiers and courtesans in a riot still full of merry laughter a few goblets still in full swing. “I’m sure the fountain of youth taste sweet but not as sweet as me said the queen whom had a wickedly wicked sense of humour. Her amber oriental style robe of aubergine with zebra black and white stripes began to bleed the high neck collar creeps over her face and now the queens entire robe is saturated in just poppy red, kimono sleeves shrinking in size slash and now there are full naked arms her hands like wings balanced each side of the now poppy acidic red sleeveless robe. Now seeing a splendid velvet robe on the throne through a loop the robe held by a single golden sovereign. The hood of the cloak begins to recline in size splitting creating various petals of taffeta acidic through and through slightly pleated ruffles and now you’re seeing the centre of such a potent actively addictive sprung of creation, no such flowers ever being retained in the attic. Her red hair streaked with sunlight her pearl skin white and translucent pastel pink plump lips and dark marbled eyes, dark indeed. Her hair in a singular braided rope upbraids. The queen’s wings now fully closed not on show the curves of her shoulder s are still visible through the royal robe. HRH stands and turns around to reveal two golden lions embroidered impeccably face to face holding an aubergine jewel the heart of her crown. “That is the sight of good things to come lightning strikes maybe once maybe twice.” The queen laughed until a dark single tear ran down the side of her cheek as her royal majesty went on to say. “It’s tertiary to try take one from the front or behind for I’m the Virgin Queen, men and women kill for me, and thy are forever their fate. It’s like I waited my whole life for this one night. It’s go be you me on the dance floor. Because we’ve only got this one night, to double your pleasure, double your fun. And dance forever-forever-forever, FOREVER ON THE DANCE FLOOR. It’s so high off the ground must be an angel who sees a good heart. youtube/watch?v=ic1eFCIQYZ0
Posted on: Tue, 11 Mar 2014 18:41:11 +0000
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