Maybe I should love someone mundane and let them bore me to death.

Handling a woman is an art that no one masters.

At first, I was lost in you, but now you're lost on me.

Let me kiss you and take your breath away, we'll worry about resuscitating you later.

I sat down on the sofa, surrounded by years of coffee rings and sandwich stains. If the police ever did a DNA test on this sofa, it would be ninety per cent disappointment.

I'd like to believe that my kiss has made you see me in a whole different light.