Tuesday, August 07, 2007

The masterpiece

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.