Chirps of love. Feathers of fancy. Under which germiniparous element shall these wings get handsy?
Crests excite when beaks ‘stead of lips touch-a-kiss as paired heartbeats fire steady salvos of passionate bliss.
Edict says bird kind cannot marry? Wooden laws shall heed either indult or tap of forest fairy.
Amore avian stands quite complete with petite amie, purposing both adoration and cheville. ; )
Duck of the aquatic realm, for what reason are you waddling around this geotic place?
Did the old man of the bench vouchsafe by your nest both viscoelastic foam bits and bread crumbs with a jelly trace?
Do your almost-hatchlings sense a microseism caused by the arrival-alighting of all their feathered kin?
Well, when ducklets finally do emerge from cracked shells, please emit a magisterial quack, permit imprinting, and lead them from green to blue for a first aqua-spin. ; )
If ‘low’ was spelled in a phonetical manner it would be spelled ‘L’ ‘O’ as if ‘lo’ was a word that sounded like it was spelled.
A fluonomist may oft be covered in soot, so a flower as well would be a brilliant way to brighten their day when it is time to pay.
It is not necessary for the reeded radiance to be flown in from some exotic locale, especially one surrounded by a declivity that precludes an airstrip and, thusly, would require an eggbeater for transplantation.
If lowland Japan is the place from which sweeper’s reward will be reaped, please be aware that tanuki may shapeshift into cordial couriers if they hunger for a floral feeding.
What garbology says about a soul does not compare to what a chimney’s ashes show since that which is burned holds truths of lowliness in addition to those of ego, so a sentiment of sunniness to a charred character may tilt siding in one’s favour regarding the deduction of determining identity from items of intention.
Flow from row to row with words to know will let cognizance grow, which, shared, will snow flakes of inspiration, leaving minds aglow. ; )
Ah, that footwear looks bright and new. Claws have created masterpieces from dresses and pants, but the cabbage from those shoes will def my bed enhance.
Rubbing myself against your leg will win your trust and amore. Then, fooled by my mercurial soul, attack will commence once your soles are left by door.
My paw pins are freshly pointed and may even be coeval with the lace tips on your sneaks, a sign of fate, I believe, that our first embrace will passionate scars wreak.
Bother not a search for an entity to blame for magic that turned tennie to sandal. Especially, do not look in the laundry room’s manway; there might be sights there your sensitive mind cannot handle. ; )
Petals hello with friendliness and warmth, heard clearly even within the realm of any boation.
Bee obviates the plucking of its pollen, both circling and resounding with purposeful presence.
Aromatics inhaled by passing creatures uplifts amour-propre of stem’s flowers, discs and rays.
Someday, neighbour growths may be tagged multure, but daisy’s stance will remain here as love culture. : )
Pineapples precipitate from the sky; even a light sprinkle on head’s top will make toughest men cry.
Samurai anteambulo bests umbrellas for this scene if one wants to escape the ambush clean.
Those with more gumption and less fear may see chances to top prized pizzas and to slushies add sweetest cheer.
Catch fruity hail with either burlap or canvas bag; sheets of barège are sure to rip after they snag.
Vitiate tropical turmoil as best one can, perhaps best by wearing instead of a cap a pan.
Sage adage says turn lemons to lemonade, but with pineapples, just surviving unscathed makes the grade. ; )
Tarriance never experiences the awe of new adventures as waiting and living are oft not friends to each other.
Spray of sea, scent on wind, and hue of sky–what they mean to a hearted being cannot be understood by any artilect’s binary sense, no matter how precise or well-defined.
Self cerebrates dreams about the waves, remembers thoughts about the clouds, and feels hope about the horizon; breaths and temperatures against face awaken the now, whose meaningfulness is consequent also of the reflections it inspires.
Exotic escapades are not out of reach to those without access to an eggbeater; picturesque places exist outside every door, down ever street. And, when daily images drown the soul, mind can pull either uplifting memories or spiriting scenes–to calm, to please, and to motivate. : )