Sometimes I like to sit with my friend Igor and discuss the virtues of civil disobedience.
I have a “friend” who shows his affection by peeing on your stuff.
I love you with my words.
My legs are long.
My walk, a supermodel’s.
My scent, you can’t get enough.
Wait! Who is this and why is he pushing me off the bed!?
I am not a doctor but your anatomy is clear.
Stepping on your carotid while you sleep always gets me your ear!
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Lounging may be for lizards but catnaps are for Coltrane.
I find tiny birds irresistible. I have yet to meet a single one that returns my affection.
Some words are just meant to be said over and over regardless of meaning.
There is no amount of pillows that will keep me from wanting yours.
That crink in your neck is a reminder of my devotion.