I slip the straps and release the clasp of your over-the-shoulder boulder holder. Gravity asserts itself, and you sigh as I wonder if I should get even bolder
The jaws of love masquerade as petals of a flower
Just say if you want me to stop. We are, after all, in the middle of a shop. I was attracted when I saw you smile. As we passed in the frozen food aisle. Now people are staring though the window. Shocked at my nonchalant innuendo. And if your purse metaphor extends to this. We can go to the Bank for a little kiss
I may not be able to afford nine feather mattresses and a golden pea. But if you could make do with a lilo and a marble then … You've pulled Princess.