Dolphin duet prepares to engage in folklorico spins and splashes in order to escape the approaching presence of the rancid Xennial reeking of caporal and Capri-Sun. ; )
Starry eyes rise for toasted muffuletta.
Galaxy guides deliverology to moon’s minions.
Twinkle toes in response only if the fugleman twinkles toes first.
Night can broadside a student engrossed in a cram session.
Table for two.
She titivates hair—not here.
A sumpter would move faster than his jammed traffic.
Her xocolatophobia is not missing dessert.
His analytical propensity is not missing nash-gab.
Table for wait?
Table for sate?
Table for date?
Table for fate?
Too late. ; )
Eve’s sibsomeness night-lights away near fears.
Some study selenography since serene stillness supports such science.
Insects’ invective instills mellifluous irony into cooled air.
Time tick-tocks towards an awakening announcement akin to a thiasus thumping a thalamus. ; )
Makeup of a marred mood, after substantive forgiveness, is mellower.
Compact best intentions into bite-sized bursts of benevolence before gallantly glitzing them over gracious guests.
Palette of both pinkish and other hues was returned as a choice when renter’s Rachmanism was readily rebuked.
Mirror, by bilocation, each holy rendezvous received. ; )