Brainstorm

A Story About.....

Thelma April 14, 2016

One day i was walking with my family. And i was happy because we were camping. With a

thrilling graceful explorer called Lucky who was hunting but mostly trying to find his home. He

had no compass. So what we did is we were trying to find a way to get the way to the explorer's

beautiful home. It was muddy all over our clothes. So we went back. But the explorer had

nowhere to sleep so we said '' come with us we will get you somewhere to sleep'' . So in the

morning we woke up he was gone. But then we went back to the woods he found new friends. A

bird and a person filled up with lots of mud. But after that we found him. Then we saw something

shiny and it was really beautiful from the tip of my little wide eyes. It had clean windows a big

house like it was rich. No that was in my future. ok come on get back to the story stop talking

about your future we are talking about what you need to work on. Ok i said ! Then we saw a

shiny house we checked inside it was clean but one place was not. It was a big room with a bed

and lots of clothes on the bed and ground/floor. And we were trying to clean up. But then

someone was calling Lucky from the woods. We saw the person but then. He said goodbye.

And instead of going with people to take care of him he did not want anybody but himself. Lucky

went home without someone telling him the way even the compass. And he found his way

home. We were happy for him. THE END!

Poem about heaven

A feast for my womanly inner beast!       
I tease, I please, you have me on my knees
I wring my hands, you oint my head
With your fingers locked in my hair of red
You -I call Master! 
Begging for forgiveness, in a position of love
My words are bashing with one stuttering sound
Moaning & Moaning, 
As you make my head spin like a merry-go-round
Craving for you to unleash a liquid heaven sound

My body speaks and mumbles a language meant for you
A touch of intimacy, that lathers up like liquid glue
Sticky but, yet so compelling
My tongue slips silent beloved words of joy into the air
You play the master of this dark solid room
This dungeon's all I consume
You engage me, to provoke you with everything I got
Yelling, please master don't ever stop!
At this moment, I yearn for excitement
To feel the arousing sensation of your presence
That melts me and chill me with a flow that does not kill
I'm your thinker
Your muse and poet
You are my composer creating liquid tunes 
Come here and expresses the hardness of your boldness

I confess to you my love
You are all I'm dreaming of
You drive your hands all over 
Reaching every steamy spot
Encourage me to stimulate your mental needs
You are the master withholding a liquid element
In me, you release fluids that hit like a silent tide
A desire that comes with a full force of the fire inside
I crave for the taste of your lips
Your hands on my hips
Your fingers with a tight sensual grip
I dedicate my heart and my lust
To get lost within every push of your trust
Like a treasure deep underneath the sand
I'm addicted to the feelings of your command
Your hazel eyes are the sunrise
You bring out the obsession,
And my sweet tooth temptation
Like the moon above a misty night
Seducing me in every way in a poetic write
YOU, MY LOVE!!!
Your liquid heaven is the beginning-
-Of my delicious delight!

Poems to Family, Friends, Even Prays!

Friendship and Good Times

Sharing good times with good friends is the greatest joy. This is the stuff that makes life worthwhile. Whether sharing a meal together or a good conversation, there is nothing more fulfilling then spending time with friends. We must be thankful for the friendships that come our way for not all are blessed with the skills to form deep relationships. Those of us that do have friends must never take for granted the gift bestowed upon us. Friendship never end!

Poems about Prayer

Prayer is communication between man and God. A family that incorporates prayer into their lifestyle are giving the ultimate gift to themselves. Life is difficult and suffering is an inevitable part of life. A family that prays knows that they can turn to God and be accepted and loved for who they are. Every human being needs to turn to God with his or her triumphs and failures and know that life is meaningful. A family that prays together has the ultimate support system.

Family Poems about Relationships

Our family is the proverbial egg that we were hatched from. Everything about who we are, both our nature and nurture comes from our family. Often in western society, we stray far from our family and may not talk to them for years at a time. We may feel that we have nothing in common with them. We may choose to run away from our roots because they are too painful to face. Ultimately however, our past holds the key to our future. If we do not face where we come from, we will have difficulty understanding our present and future.

By ; Thelma

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