Talent grips us. We are overtaken by the beauty of Michelangelo's sculpture, riveted by Mariah Carey's angelic voice, doubled over in laughter by the comedy of Robin Williams, and captivated by the on screen performances of Denzel Washington.
When people are infected by my charm, they don't see my size. My piercing deep blue eyes are distracting.
Words impress me. If a man can speak eloquently and beautifully to me, I just melt on the floor.
Kelly, Kelly, Kelly. I love your voice man, you give me chills... Brilliant.
No siren did ever so charm the ear of the listener as the listening ear has charmed the soul of the siren.
His voice was cloves and nightingales, it took us to spice markets in the Celebs, we drifted with him on a houseboat beyond the Coral Sea. We were like cobras following a reed flute.
We love to hear some men speak, though we hear not what they say; the very air they breathe is rich and perfumed, and the sound of their voices falls on the ear like the rustling of leaves or the crackling of the fire. They stand many deep.
You can't be a sexy person unless you have something sexy to offer. With me, it's my voice: the way that I sing, the way I express myself when I sing.
