Breathe in for luck.
Breathe in so deep.
This air is blessed, you share with me.
This night is wild, so calm and dull.
These hearts, they race, from self-control.
Your legs are smooth, as they graze mine.
We're doing fine.
We're doing nothing at all.

I love Wendy Testaburger. I love her with all my heart.
This was the chant my head was happily playing over and over again as my girlfriend, who was sitting in my lap, kissed me enthusiastically.
Her parents were out of town for the weekend. I was "staying at Kyle's house for the night."
It was perfect. She was perfect. She was my everything.

My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me.
So won't you kill me?
So I die happy.
My heart is yours to fill or burst,
to break or bury, or wear as jewelry.
Whichever you prefer.

She giggled excitedly as my hand inched up her skirt, her brown eyes wide and bright with anticipation. I grinned at her, nibbling her bottom lip as my fingertips hit the lace of her underwear. I slipped my tongue across her perfect teeth, my grin widening as her tongue came out to play. Our lips met, and she breathed my name affectionately.

The words are hushed, "let's not get busted."
Just lay entwined here, undiscovered.
Safe in here from all the stupid questions.
"Hey did you get some?"
Man that is so dumb.
Stay quiet, stay near, stay close, they can't hear.
So we can get some.

Wendy's sweater was a bitch to get off. She had hissed at me not to rip buttons off or she'd kill me; it was her nice sweater. It was a light purple, and it went nicely with her bright yellow skirt. She was wearing a purple bra with white polka dots, with white lace around the edges. Her skin was soft and perfumed, I was guessing she used lotion or something. Her hair was long and silky smooth, as usual, and she was just too goddamn beautiful. I told her so. I whispered in her bite-swollen ear, and she kissed me again.

My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me.
So won't you kill me?
So I die happy.
My heart is yours to fill or burst,
to break or bury, or wear as jewelry.
Whichever you prefer.

Wendy was perfect. She was perfect when she moaned my name, when she squirmed underneath me, when she smiled, when her eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, when she grabbed my face and kissed me so tenderly I melted.
I love Wendy Testaburger. I love her with all of my heart.
"I love you so much, Stan," she whispered as she cuddled close under her blankets, skin against skin. I kissed her collarbone and listened to her heartbeat, slow and rhythmic, and we fell asleep.
I love Wendy Testaburger. And I don't think anything in this entire world could change that.

Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember.
Always remember the sound of the stereo.
The dim of the soft lights.
The scent of your hair, that you twirled in your fingers.
And the time on the clock, when we realized "It's so late!"
And this walk that we share together.
The streets were wet, and the gate was locked,
So I jumped it, and I let you in.
And you stood at the door, with your hands on my waist.
And you kissed me like you meant it.
And I knew...that you meant it.