I know we're not in Professor Flitwick's class, but you still are charming.
Your beauty cannot be spanned by a finite basis of vectors.
Twinkle twinkle little star,
let's have sex inside my car.
I would like to be the air you breathe, the Sun that enlightens you, but what I would like the most is to be the love of your life!
Tickle your pussy with a feather? (What?) I said, "Particularly nice weather."
Can I walk through your bushes and climb your mountains?
How about you give me some piano lessons? We could play all night and make some sweet music.
You are deserving of masterful poetry, not mere words.
What do you say we get out of these kits and test our fitness levels?
I'm writing a book and could use your help. It's a phone book and it's missing your number.