Love is not a word to say. Love is not a game to play. Love doesn't start in April and ends in May. Love is yesterday, tomorrow and forever.
If it weren't for that DAMNED sun, you'd be the hottest thing ever created.
So you're not into casual sex? Fine, I'll put on a tux and we can call it formal sex.
Every time I see you, my heart just can't control itself. Your looks, your smile, your body, your style. You. You're the one.
I believe one of my ribs belongs to you.
The word of the day is "legs." Let's go back to my place and spread the word.
I wasnt sure if you were a beautiful angel or a sexy devil, but now that I'm close I see heaven in your eyes.
You are my beginning and my end...and I will always love until the end of my breath.
That pulsation in my femoral sheath isn't coming from an artery.