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, March 22, 2011
For 2011 I feel like the world needs a bit more color. If you agree the next time you are making a purchase choose the 1 with more color. I'm tired of black, silver and grey.