If you were a concentration gradient I'd go down on you.
You must be the fifth scale degree of the diatonic scale, because you're always dominant in my thoughts.
Hey baby...you know, pianists do it with ten fingers.
I love you beyond a reasonable doubt.
Your legs are like an Oreo Cookie – I wanna split them and eat all the good stuff in the middle.
You're drop-dead gorgeous.
How about your red phosphorus coating and my short stick get together? Cuz its obvious we're a match.
You are not just an art but a masterpiece.
You are the hottest thing since sunburn.
Nice shoes, want to fuck?