More like Cross blew your circuits during one of his sexathons. Still can’t get over that man’s stamina. Wish he’d swing my way and wear me out.

Sometimes I wanted to believe something so badly, I deliberately manufactured excuses and ignored painful reality.

Why? Why would you do that?” "You have your way of dealing with jealousy and I have mine.

You’re not the only one who can get possessive. I’m very proprietary about what’s mine.

Endeavors that help me satisfy you, my goddess of desire, pleasure, and corny one-liners.

Heaven with my angel. It doesn't get any better than this.

I’m losing my mind without you.