True colors

My sweet star wonders why men in general never understand anything and instead I am always condescending and sweet.

Simple: With a queen by my side how could I not be tender?

Today I accompanied her to the hairdresser, she changed color. He opted for a really attractive shocking fuchsia. The hair is medium long, very smooth and with an emo blue forelock.

She listens to alternative rock music but I am more for the pop jazz genre and in pubs I like to drink a little while listening to the live voices of the crooners.

Always exiled.

Jacket and tie, gold watch on the wrist and persuasive voice to enchant women.

There was, now that I remember, a blonde without a bra and a white frock from which everything was visible because it was completely transparent. Her name was Leisla and she was beautiful but never as beautiful as Sajira.

Sajira is the pearl that has fallen from the sea.

After leaving the hairdresser, it rained a lot so we got under the umbrella with white cats and flowers, trying to take shelter.

She obviously has natural straight hair like almost all Japanese but the water could have ruined her perfect hairstyle.

Sajira laughs a lot because a lady can't open the umbrella so always laughing she goes to help her and the sweet old woman gives her some candy and thanks her by stroking her face.

Sajira explodes in its boundless sweetness and is moved.

Tears mix with the rain and mascara runs down her cheeks making her sexy, a little rainbow and a little slut.

When she's a mix, something special moves inside me. Fire and petrol.

The engine of love.