Above the hem of her blouse, he saw the beginning of her two soft mounts, fair and fleshy.
She had this catchy smile that could hold anyone dead in their tracks. When she smiled, her eyes lit up with a divine sparkle in them and her cheeks went rosy pink. Her curls moved like little Anthurium swaying in breeze when she turned. For once in his life he experienced a respect that he had never felt towards God. It could not get any better than this.
He held on to his thoughts like his life depended on it. She was, indeed, the masterpiece of God.
awww.. sigh.. twas soooo well written.. amazingly well worded.. as i was reading it, i cud imagine it all.. really really good post.. luvd readin it!! u cud give 'mills n boon' a run for their money!! ;-p
ReplyDeletecoming from a lady... this is the best compliment on my writings ever!...... A real big THANKS!!!
ReplyDeleteJust like the whiff of jasmine's scent
ReplyDeleteMakes me think you are heaven sent
There should be a way that I could rent
Forever…. This heaven sent scent..
Guess 4 lines of my poem is all I can say give for ur wonderful writing!
wow! man... that is great. thanks!
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