i. I woke up with your taste in my mouth and your hands on my hips and I turned to you only to become starstruck for the thousandth time.
ii. I've always prayed that boys see nothing in me except pure lust, with you I want it to be everything but.
iii. Our love is soaring elevators in a dead city and brownie batter on Saturday afternoon. You're afraid of heights but you still stood with me on the edge of the highest parking deck. 
iv. You call me beautiful and I am starting to believe it. 
v. The mountains are calling but so are your lips. I wish I was able to reach both but my arms couldn't possibly stretch one hundred miles.
vi. I am terrified to give you my heart but for the first time it isn't because I fear I will leave.