Mapanghalina
the way she does it
There was something about her.
Something about the way that that cotton shirt clung to her like a second skin, swathing the contours of her body; the way words trundled through those red strips of heaven; how she attracted men and women like bees to honey; the way those bewitching orbs kept my soul sold to her; the way her mirthful laugh spurred the butterflies in the pit of my stomach to life and the way her carefree smile gleamed brighter than a thousand suns.
There was truly something about Mary that made me fall desperately in love with her.
Something about the way that that cotton shirt clung to her like a second skin, swathing the contours of her body; the way words trundled through those red strips of heaven; how she attracted men and women like bees to honey; the way those bewitching orbs kept my soul sold to her; the way her mirthful laugh spurred the butterflies in the pit of my stomach to life and the way her carefree smile gleamed brighter than a thousand suns.
There was truly something about Mary that made me fall desperately in love with her.