Her beauty is a little bell
Wrapped around a tiny finger
One that dangles, dances and jingles
You feel it before you see it with your eyes
It vibrates down in the pit of your empty belly
Then gracefully she walks in and enters the room
She sends shivers down your spine like a thunderbolt
And the hairs on your neck perk up in excitement
Suddenly, it's like the angels have come to sing
To praise the beauty of a Filipina goddess
And tonight she is the brightest star
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A Year of Poems
PoetryA collection of poetry from Alexander Bentley. One new poem written every day. Discover why nearly half a million people love his poems.
