`Come her name, followed an image of an Angel… lush-like hair that any grateful hand could comb through, a smile that could melt the heart of one, ocean-blue eyes that made even the brightest star amongst the blackest night seem dim. Yet this is not an Angel that bears halo or wings. She walks, no, floats along with smooth steps and swaying hips, to be examined by passing eyes taking in the beauty that makes the very heart of those to sink deep into their stomach out of adoration. She also bears a cute laugh, one that could make those that made her laugh, laugh also, bringing out a smile, a smile that could soften the most solid of stone hearts, a smile of passion. Behind that smile, a soft sexy voice awaits in an air-filled lung, ready to slide off her tongue revealing a personality, an affectionate personality that becomes everyone. Come her name, followed an image of the most beautiful and passionate person, <Anonymous>.