<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763081776705100128</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:48:51.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Queens And The Pauper</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensandthepauper.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763081776705100128/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensandthepauper.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Queens And The Pauper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06204248332961701868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763081776705100128.post-6629366126110895828</id><published>2008-07-01T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T09:11:33.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BETROTHED cont.....</title><content type='html'>As you know, the day could not have gone by fast enough. I felt so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;connected&lt;/span&gt; to my Sunshine that my heart was beating at the same pace as hers. Its almost shameful that the last time I held her in my arms I wanted her to marinate my spirit with her beauty. I held her so tight that I felt the rhythm of her heart and tried to pace my beat with hers. I can't explain it, but my 'Sunshine' has the most majestic and mind soothing hugs I could ever dream of. The way her skin feels like the softness of a blue sky makes me ache with anticipation of her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time have finally come to see my Queen upon the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nile&lt;/span&gt;. As she walked down her apartment second story stairs, visions of palm leaves parting the way for my darling was all I could see as she made her way down the steps and towards the car. My Queen had no clue that I have been waiting for hours to see her, and actually waited at the front gates just to see her pass by in what seemed to me to be a chariot driven by her roommate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she made her way to the car I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; realize that my legs have fallen asleep during the hour long wait to see her. My heart and mind was so fixed on seeing her radiant smile that I never moved a muscle in anticipation. My legs have fallen asleep and I wasn't able to get out of the car and greet her. When she open the passenger side door and said that breathtaking,"Hello", I knew I was going to go into cardiac arrest. I fumbled over some words that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; sounded much like Pig &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Latin&lt;/span&gt;. Somehow see made out some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;familiar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;syllables&lt;/span&gt; that she could recognize and gave me a kiss on the cheek. Everything in my body said to hold her tight and look into her eyes and give her that life changing infallible kiss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763081776705100128-6629366126110895828?l=queensandthepauper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensandthepauper.blogspot.com/feeds/6629366126110895828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763081776705100128&amp;postID=6629366126110895828' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763081776705100128/posts/default/6629366126110895828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763081776705100128/posts/default/6629366126110895828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensandthepauper.blogspot.com/2008/07/betrothed-cont.html' title='BETROTHED cont.....'/><author><name>Queens And The Pauper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06204248332961701868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763081776705100128.post-7539568961612509980</id><published>2008-06-27T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T12:16:59.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BETROTHED</title><content type='html'>I could tell by the morning glow squeezing itself through my window blinds that the day was going to be glorious in nature. I rolled out of bed and immediately thought of the shampoo smell in her hair. It was a mixed scent of tender kisses and lavender. I called her as soon as the mind caressing daydream came to a end. I really pondered how in the world could her being in my arms reality be so much better then these body tingling morning delight thoughts I have of her. I quickly thanked God that her actual touch was so much better then the wonderful blissful moments I experience in thought when she is not around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she answered the phone my heart just dropped with the sound of her beautiful and breathtaking "Hello". I gathered myself and asked if she a had a wonderful sleep last night, and if I could see her later. Oh, to see my ray of sunshine again, that's all I wanted. She told me that she had a few errands to do, and one class to attend later that morning. I told her, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;", and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; wait to see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I hung up the phone I couldn't help to visualize our first kiss that would happen later that night whether I wanted to or not. I was going to feel her soul through her lips that night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763081776705100128-7539568961612509980?l=queensandthepauper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensandthepauper.blogspot.com/feeds/7539568961612509980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763081776705100128&amp;postID=7539568961612509980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763081776705100128/posts/default/7539568961612509980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763081776705100128/posts/default/7539568961612509980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensandthepauper.blogspot.com/2008/06/betroved.html' title='BETROTHED'/><author><name>Queens And The Pauper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06204248332961701868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763081776705100128.post-4108999134616305344</id><published>2008-06-26T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T10:16:58.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Highness re visited</title><content type='html'>I have four beautiful women in my life that I just adore. They come in a array of colors and personalities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The youngest is a bottle of energy that cant wait to express herself in life as soon as she awake from her sweet surrender that we call "recharging". It is so precious to see that child like faith at work when she give you the biggest hug, and show you that she is so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; be your daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The middle Queen is a entirely different drink all together. She is a mix between, "Who am I and What for". She has the emotions of twenty women. You love her for it because of her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unconditional&lt;/span&gt; love for people and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Queen Bee in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;training&lt;/span&gt; is a free wheeling, garner belt gun toting, sharp tongue, roaring twenties, anti prohibition, if you only understood me kind of royalty. She has a hard exterior only because when she falls for you, she falls hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Queen Bee, or Sparrow one if we are communicating on the radio for her entrance, is very, very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;extraordinary&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Just&lt;/span&gt; her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;presence&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;illuminates&lt;/span&gt; the room. The way she navigates her gregarious personality through the canal of people that she meets or come in contact with is so precious. When I am around her or just feel her presence, there is no place I would rather be! I can just feel her loving mind, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;spirit&lt;/span&gt; and soul permeate my entire being with a love that could out last the infinite number of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me? I am just the Pauper. In love with four of the most awesome females God has placed on this earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763081776705100128-4108999134616305344?l=queensandthepauper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queensandthepauper.blogspot.com/feeds/4108999134616305344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763081776705100128&amp;postID=4108999134616305344' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763081776705100128/posts/default/4108999134616305344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763081776705100128/posts/default/4108999134616305344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queensandthepauper.blogspot.com/2008/06/your-highness-re-visited.html' title='Your Highness re visited'/><author><name>Queens And The Pauper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06204248332961701868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
