Let me be the fluoride to your enamel—protecting you always.
Did it hurt when you fell from the tooth fairy’s chair?
Are you a scaler? Because you scraped away my loneliness.
Call me plaque—I can’t resist settling near you.
I’ll be your dental assistant if you let me assist your heart.
Are you a polishing paste? Because you make me shine.
You’re the only filling I want to keep for life.
If kisses were cavities, I’d happily be tooth-decayed by you.
Your smile’s a veneer—pure art and instantly captivating.
Patient zero of my love outbreak? That’s you.
Are you mouthwash? Because you leave me fresh and wanting more.
My heart’s a mouth—I hope yours will always be near mine.
Is your heart under local anesthesia? Because mine races for you.
I’d brave any root canal to be closer to your smile.
You must be antiseptic because you make everything safer.
I don’t need a night guard to dream about you.
Mind if I check in? My heart's been waiting in the lobby for you.
Are you a double? The thought of you always floats inside my head.
You must be the concierge—you're directing me straight to your smile.
Is there an appointment available? I need a minute with you.
Do you hand out visitor badges? Because I'd wear yours proudly.
Can I sign in as a visitor? My address is 'Your Arms.'
Is your name 'Front Desk'? Because you've got my heart on hold.
Babe, your smile is my favorite oral health outcome.
Is your name Brace? Because I want to keep you close.
Can I be your dental mirror? I’ll reflect your beauty endlessly.
Let's make our own vernacular—starting with coffee.
You make my heart flutter like new braces tightening.
Is your name Chlorhexidine? Because you kill my doubts.
I’d book a lifetime of cleanings if you were the hygienist.
