Your willingness to discuss Harry Potter with me greatly increases the probability that I'll let you Slytherin my Chamber of Secrets, and that's not just the Butterbeer talking.
You are like a candy bar: half sweet and half nuts.
Don't knock on my door, it is always opened to you.
You've stolen the ASCII to my heart.
I cannot stop thinking about you even if I was guaranteed to hit the jackpot if I did.
Where's the 'like' button for that smile?
Sure you know that sex is great, but let me take you home and demonstrate the know-how.
How about grabbing two of your friends so we can play a foursome?
You're the top trending topic in the Twitter feed of my heart.
May I offer you something? Water? Juice? My heart? A whole life together?