A Romantic Tale
It was a warm spring evening, when I embarked on a placid sea of
intimacy. The merest zephyr of sweet nothings fanned the calm
into the first stirrings of primeval storms of emotion.
Ripples of interest soon gave way to a rising swell of enthusiasm
as I explored the twin peaks of Bussoom with their fiery peaks
and then headed south for warmer climes.
After much languorous drifting in a depression called Navel,
admiring the expanse of the open sea; I found and Explored the
forested mound near the equator and sailed the strait of Hormones
where the paddles were shipped and a mast was raised. With much
deft handling of rudder and inventive navigation, the heaving
surface soon rose to majestic rollers of vigour.
Quite unexpectedly, I then experienced The first taring blast of
Finally, as mountainous waves of passion rolled in off the ocean
of endeavour and spent themselves crashing in on the shore of
ecstasy, the seismic shock of them caused a volcanic eruption
which parted my hair and scorched my eye-brows and I lost it
completely. I collapsed exhausted in a fit of high hysterical