the tomato's ripe skin blushes bright red yearning for the rip and shred, the sharp serrated edges, the teeth of the knife.
I love this and I love that, but none of these things are why I love you.
Leaves fall, but do they fall in love?
He cries every time he cuts into her, but he can't help himself.
Something about you is something about me; it swims in your eyes like a fish in the sea.
Lynn is the synonym for cinnamon.
A spoonful is never enough.
Who says love is irrational?
The sandy shore scrubs you down, slowly working its way all around...
What is the fire in our eyes burning into our minds?
I'm a little caesars pizza: hot-n-ready for you.
Drip, drip, drop.