The acclaimed rolling clouds was non-existent when we reached the peak of Mount Pulag. The view however, was still something to behold. I stared at it for minutes which seems like it stretched into an hour. Each detail being recorded by my memory. Salivating at each curves like that of a body of a beautiful woman, lying still and begging me to stay in bed for the whole day. I slowly got down and soon my lips was locking up on her breast's nipple, in another reality, I found myself staring at the neighboring peaks of Mt. Pulag as smitten by the lovely girl in my mind.
0 comments:
Post a Comment