Is that a fugue I can hear? Because we're about to get entangled.
Do you consider yourself a feminist? Why/why not?
What's that on your face? Oh, must just be beauty. Here, let me get it off. Hey it'not coming off!
I spend 16 hours a day thinking about you and 8 hours dreaming of you.
You are my initializer: without you, my life would point to nothing (null).
The tenderness in your eyes suffocates my heart.
You are my API. I want to know everything about you.
If beauty was a sin, God would never forgive you.
I just want to swab you up and down, then left and right, until we're both afebrile.
Emphysema puffs pink, chronic bronchitis makes you blue, but no COPD makes me as breathless as you.