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. ; )