When you speak, its like 1000 horns all in tune.
Will your adjust your note and resolve my raised member?
Tickle your pussy with a feather? (What?) I said, "Particularly nice weather."
I'm writing a book and could use your help. It's a phone book and it's missing your number.
Let's have a future diary. A diary of the future of you and me.
Girl, I'm a botanist and all I want is to cloro-fill you.
Are you the dub to my step? Cause' I wub wub wub you.
I always thought it was just a fairy tale. But now I realize you really are made from sugar, spice and everything nice.
You are deserving of masterful poetry, not mere words.
You make me feel special.