I have quite an eclectic taste when it comes to music. I like DMX and Avril Lavigne, Gwen Stefani and Seven Nations, Red Jumpsuit Apparatus and Aerosmith. In the mood I've been in lately, Chris Botti just seems to fit me like a second skin. Listening to his sexy jazz trumpet wailing makes me think of dark smoky places, pencil skirts, silk blouses, stilettos and gin neat in a thin crystal old fashioned glass. When I hear this song, He is in my mind-holding each other tightly with my right arm around his neck and my left hand holding his, swaying slightly to the sound of what's to come later tonight.
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