PO@Looool u soooo cute. Thank u! *bowing my gown in an aristocratic manner*
Vo@Loooooooooooooooool
I love it when u call me Lady Basra. Do u know that Lord Byron had a stalker --her name was Lady Carolyn. They were both aristocratic, she was sort of a tom boy who was a passion being. In fact--- u have inspired just right now-- to jot down a short 18th century love story between Lord Voltage and Lady Basra.I Will parallel the story with that of Lord byron and Lady Carolyn.
1809 London, UK
Lady Basra visited her beloved friend--Lady Kambuli---to gather some gossip as usual. The lives of these aristocractic women revolved in nothing but idleness and gossip mongering orgy. Lady Kambuli was a kibir badaan lady hailing from the noble Majeerten qabil. She is an elderly distant royal cousin of the mj Sultan lineage. Lady was an upstart and upcoming young maiden of very high education and undisputed beauty. She was also the daughter of a very old knighted noble Habar yonise clan that could be dated to Sheikh Isaaq in the 14th century. Lady Basra embraced with Lady K.---affectionately as always--- and sat themselves in the palour catching up with gossip.
" My dear Lady B. your beauty is booming quite agreeably with the spring. I must say the two of you are quite the sparkle.Who knows what will spring out!"
"Oh Lady K. you are quite kind, i cannot terribly disagree with you on the account of my beauty, but i will try to attempt to giggle under my baabis with some effort of modesty.
Now please enough with this talk--- i know you are upto no good. Whenever you praise my beauty with dashing language, i know u are upto nothing good. Now tell me, what gossip do you have for me? What is hot in the spring i have to know, otherwise i will die with boredom?
I am terribly bored"
Lady B spoke as she gave the servants behind her nasty stare, signaling them to leave the room.
" Nayaa Ms nalia---get out of here. Go to the kitchen, and make us some lemonade ---tafadhlaan" Lady K screamed at the meek,short plumb servant.
Lady K quickly faced Lady B back and began to whisper in quitely. The whispering went so long that by the time ms nalia the servant returned with lemonade---it was past 14 minutes at least. Lady B was abit affected, her forehead sweating, her tight bossom hardly breathing in that Victorian Cossette tightness and the news that were penetrating her mind and soul.She waited till ms nalia to leave when she spoke loud.
"Lord Voltage is in town??
That charming, passionate rumored handsome poet of our times?? Have you met him?" Lady B asked with orgasmic curiousity and noise.
"Yes i have. I received him in my mansion here, come last evening. By all account, he appeared fantastically dressed. He was dressed in a foreign attire, i believe middle eastern long red, gold sparkly coat. He just arrived from port--he has visited, Greece, Turkey and i believe the islands---u know----Jamaica"
Lady K said so casually not noticing the immense orgasm the information was causing her bereft, in love friend. she begged Lady K to conitinue with her eyes.
"jamaica? Whispered Lady B to herself. Oh thank god the adoons and malaria did not kill him. Oh what a relief.
" I must say-- i was disappointed, that he did not recite any poem, but he did promise to write me one, and will be here tonite. I have invited him for dinner. And of course you are inviited too my dear"
Lady Basra---inexplicably began to fart sporadicly, the news was so intoxicatingly agreeable and delicious, that she could not control, her nerves, her tears and evidently her farts have gone haywire. The fartness was painful to indure, as it was An absolute violation of the decorumness of her ladylike demeanor. Thank god Lady K did not hear the F's noise though, she is partially deaf from constant listening to loud fananiin songs--.especially ali samatar, her beloved ancient ina adeer.
"Lady B-- are you ok? You look flustered! Your cheeks are shedding immense redness. My God-- are you okey? Nayaa Ms nalia----Nayaa bring me some Hankerchief please. Na so orood.
Screamed Lady K.
'No---No its not necessary. Ms nalia stay away, i am fine." Lady B screamed back.
Lady B drunk her lemonade, and finaly found fortitude to compose herself. She began to be herself pretty soon, her intelligent self began to inquire for more information.
"My dearest Lady K, i do appreciate you inviting me. I have so many questions to ask, i cannot decide where to start. I am totally beside myself. I have read many of his poems, and i feel like i know this man. "
' Well my dearest.....lady i will tell you right now, he is very sensible and sensitive. His voice alone becons one fair maiden to shut up and just listen to his melodic ectasy"
"Lady K forget about his voice. Is HE handsome? What are his features?? I have not seen any paintings of him. I have heard him described as tolerably not short.Which is not saying much.
I have also heard him have pleasant countenance. Again what the F does that mean? Ooops i beg your pardon, i did not mean to curse so unlady like.
His lips are the most consistently described,which i suspect is the most true feature. I believe i heard they described full, both the upper lip and the lower. Full red lucious lips that are tight lipped from lack of smiling or pauting all the time. An appropriate lips for a melancholy sufferer poet."
Lady K interrups Lady B
"my dear--an always mad tight up lips should not be encouraged or mistaken for positive handsome features"
I know , i know-- i am sorry-- but i do think you cannot understand, as you are not our generation.OR understand wounded suffering poets for that matter.
Those tight lips bespeaks --his expensive smiles and laughs. He is not a pransy who laughs and smiles for everybody. He smiles and laughs when he feels it appropriate and most called for. I think it is romantic. I believe he will smile to me when he sees me."
Lady B.....spoke with her eyes----gazing at the ceiling----obviously envisining the moment of meeting. Lady K starred at her friend with some conflicted opinion. Not sure whether she should beat the sh!t out of Lady B or simply and benevolently hug her for suppprt?
She thought her friend capitally silly and ridiculous, but of course she could not really say it aloud. It will be rude and inhospitable. Instead she smiled obligingly and quickly checked her smile --remembering the speech her friend just gave of ready,excessive, unnecessary smiles. She dutifully pretended to frawn and help her friend to rise up and escort her to the door---so she may go and get ready for the dinner tonight. It will be such a lovely interesting meeting she thought. She could almost envision the accolade she would receive in the aristocratic circle. She will get the CREDIT of bringing to fruition, the most illustrious wedding of the century. Lord Voltage - the famed poet-- and Lady Basra--- the reknown shameless novelist of the comedy victorian age.As they were exiting Lady B was very thankful and appreciative her elapsed gas was not detected. And she was thankful as well that Lady k's nose malfunctioning as well. She was capitally excited that tonight, she will meet the man of her dreamS!
