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.