Her face said it all, then there was that perfect pout, not to mention a luscious pair of pins which managed to make every single man’s jaw drop, fall away
They would crawl over shards of glass just to get a chance to watch her talk, walk ’til you couldn’t really blame her thousands of stalkers and their insane decision to follow
A sparrow, tiny and unique, quick to take to the circuit on hearing of her worshippers standing in line, willing and waiting, forever anticipating
Speak, wonderful woman, speak