CERES OF THE NIGHT

The sweet nothings you whisper are a red rose—passionate and direct. But I am a blue rose, and we are simply much too different. If you're still after me anyway, then I beg you to please love all of me. Blue is the color of the cold night, and red is the color of warm flesh. Haha—surely you'll allow me a nibble. After all, the night has only begun. You will love all of me, won't you?