Clasp, hold tight; this charming chain came from Mr. right.
Let us respond with a flirty obeisance, letting you bear a slight dangle. Then, when he deflects with humility, we will pounce with a smooch and a passioned love wrangle.
I may grouse for a sec if fingers cannot pinch you on the desired loop. It may seem trivial, but, for me, it is a notable whoop.
Whereas windslabs on a mountain’s face just turn to avalanche slide, his kiss-dabs around my neck’s strand fall my heart for him in tide.
Fastener, connect confidently. Though you are not the piece to tickle my ears, your lace’s ear-tickling brushes across my skin—as well attracting his lips again and again—ever endears. ; )