I want you in my mouth.
My dugout, or yours?
We can make a mess as I've hired some lysosomes to clean up after.
I'm lower brass, and as you know, we get down like nobody's business.
Babe, you make Rita Ora look like a teletubbie.
I'm falling in glove with you.
Hey baby, are you a lawyer because talking to you just violated the terms of my parole.
Hey baby, let's go on a frolic of our own. I promise I won't be negligent with your heart.
Just say the complicated parts in Latin. That's what we do.
You are deserving of masterful poetry, not mere words.