Cell MatesA Poem by Raspberry RebelMobile fun lol
The motorola pulled up
a shiny metallic blue. Inside Sony waited for Samsung beneath a bright round orange moon. Samsung was his cellmate a love he would die for, a shy little cellphone so dainty and demure. They had met at the directory on a blind date. The year was 02 the hour had been quite late. Less than fully charged his battery on low, he had been feeling lonely had lost his inner glow. On the table next to him Samsung's face shone bright, hitting it off they chatted throughout the night. They laughed and giggled he made her blush with double entendres he couldn't believe his luck. As the night moved on he started to get flirty, texting he wrote I love to talk dirty. He told her he was kinky and loved sms. "So am I," she giggled, "you can't beat hot phone sext. I'm more multi-media love video calling and stuff. I'll dress like a virgin for you or if you like it in the buff, I'll pose for you naked, you can watch me play, work me into a frenzy, with all those naughty words you'll say." His sim doing somersaults he seductively sighed "Tell me, where have you been all of my life?" "Oh, nowhere special I'm usually stuffed down the pants of a chic with a big massive butt." He gazed at her longingly yearned to hold her tight push all of her buttons hear her ring tones squeal in delight. He imagined how she'd look in a 3 way with siemens and nokia all the games they'd play. There was no doubt about it she'd got him charged up she was already pushing his buttons without a single touch. He fantasised about her back lit to perfection her delft tongue teasing their deep connection. Leaving the directory kissing under a blackberry sky he walked home the Apple of his IPhone as the night started to fade and die. © 2011 Raspberry Rebel |
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