He looked at her lying there, entranced by her sensuous curves,
her golden glow. But it was her voice that really moved him—sometimes soft and sexy, sometimes wild with abandon. Whatever his mood, she matched it.
He lifted her lovingly to his lips. Tonight they would make beautiful music together. Harry and his trumpet.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Roof
The mostly finished roof and my Karate Monkey awaiting departure.
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