The late, late show…
When they wear our shirts…
Absolutely.
Let’s go make out.
Put your feet up. Let me pour you a drink.
Urgency is the key.
In my head Sinatra is singing “Let it Snow.”
Put the video games down. Suit up. Grab your woman. Take her to dinner. Dance with her. Touch her neck. Go home. Make love to her.
Dear Men…
I get to see my woman tomorrow afternoon. Hmmmm… The plot thickens and by plot I mean my hardness.
Perfect.
(via texassiren)
