A Scholar Romance Ii

Males have always made it easy for me to veto either by words or actions or both. You started so altruistic and added a brainless flare, I’ve never imagined one on goggles with such virility with books and tie, making his swagger uniquely swanky. This dissertation will prove interesting and worthy as you plant in my isolated garden, so many Chamomiles and exotic plants making me forget the number of times my emotions have been subjected to an Ambulance. Your shawama description blew up a vehicle from my laughter yet flows with sincerity, grace and caliber. You, on sweaty tight singlet and pelvic hugging boxers, on the other hand presents like a delicious volauvent. Your heart speaks innocently in a thick romantic brogue. I’ve enjoyed the words coming out of it which are more than mere blandishments. I’ll hold onto them and carry your actions like a gold-plated Candelabra. My heart is in great amity with yours and its acceptance, totally of its own volition despite my ‘Yes’ being a cataclysmic event. I’ve long signed the blank cheque already hoping for ante-natal sessions by your own doing.