Bawl a swear;
There there, it's not at its ethereal state yet, but a soft depression on her sun brushed cheeks makes its presence known

Throw around ***** lines,
The depression deepens almost, almost there....... Immense dynamism in it to make the latter's parting curl.
Not many, not many hold such  competency.

Manifest yourself; cascade of amity,
I've won, oh! I've won that ethereal beauty with her angelic embrace.