Darling,
your eyes are the color of the Baltic Sea (but I've never been.)
And oh, those lips. you could kiss the stomach of the barren and make her fertile, you could end wars in the Middle East, cure polio by parting those lips.
I even love your nose (and I think eighty seven percent of the population needs a nose job).
Look at you, you are perfect. Ugh kiss me kiss me, my neck, my chest. Why are you laughing?
Don't you la la laaave me? My dear, my honey, my sugar and spice, and everyth--
Wait, where's the bathroomithinkimgonnabesisick,
I'm drunk.