Chris Brown's No Air Red Hoody

God's hands of a red flower and a black dress

through the room, yawning.

I hit the usual disorder and gentle on your desktop. I do not make the case written in black and blue on the glass sliding door, which are Neruda or Sappho. I do not care of clothes to be ironed, even the camera on the couch, lying on its side, silent guardian of secrets .

Then I stop right away.

The elegant waterfall black runs on the couch. Already created ' sensuality' , 'as is', with its soft curves and waves and grooves. It 's the black dress that I bought.

And leaning over, a red flower and purple.

The plant on the library every day white drops its flowers then generate new ones. Maybe it does to furnish, after all the red is not bad on the white floor. It 's a generous plant, stretches down its leaves, as if curious to us, and failing that then gives us her wonderful children.

strikes me now contrast, red flower on black dress. She looked over the couch and see a dozen other flowers scattered on the floor.

smile.

I can not wait to see you again in elegant evening dress. Your beauty is generous, extends his arms towards me and leaves lay on my amazement the beautiful contrast of your sweetness and sensuality of your '.