Making love to me is amazing. Wait, I meant: making love, to me, is amazing. The absence of two little commas nearly transformed me into a sex god.
I make love with a focus and intensity that most people reserve for sleep.
I love being in love, but I also love other things, like not being jealous, overly sensitive, or needy.
Our love was a two-person game. At least until one of us died, and the other became a murderer.
She asked if I loved another woman, so I answered honestly and said, “Dinner was great, but I could go for dessert.
If I could bronze my love, it’d be worthy of a silver medal.
I had a dream about you. We installed Dr. Robert Jarvik’s artificial heart in a mannequin and brought it to life, only to later kill it because a creature that’s all fake heart and no brain is what’s commonly called a “politician,” and must be destroyed.
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