Trickled drops filter along the edge of the blown sand.
The look in her eyes were reminiscent of a beggar of the streets.
She gazed towards me as I lifted the prized chalice.
Arms spread wide and bosom pronounced as she swanned to me.
Yes, I said.
Her pores giggled as her cheeks blushed, pulling a graceful smile upright.
Chuckles were made.
The ringing of glass shouted out, meeting with the cheers of the room.