You're the only person I want to spend every night with arguing over what to eat.
You get me even more aroused than a political commentator gets during a government shutdown.
Haven't I sniffed you someplace before?
I used to believe in natural theology, but since I met you I've converted to divine revelation.
I've crossed all the dog parks in the world to find you.
I like you more than Umbridge likes pink. And torture.
I want to have your children and lie to them about Santa.
Is it hot in here because of man made climate shifts not seen since the extinction of the dinosaurs? Or is it just you?
If there was a Zagat guide for penises, yours would rate high on both service and decor.