She sparkles like diamond dust in the shining sun but is black as ebony. She purrs like a kitty and glides like freshly sharpened skates on smooth ice. She's muscular yet feminine. She prefers the scent of lavender to musk. She hums country while still able to breathe rock and jazz. She could lift granite but prefers silk. Could fill with Kens but will fill with Barbies. She prefers TUMS to Smarties. She is my Anna Sewell novel--my Black Beauty.
MY new ride.