Are you a sealant? Because you protect my heart from decay.
If you were floss, I’d slide into your life gently every night.
You make my pulse skip like a drill on high.
I’d brave any root canal to be closer to your smile.
Is your heart under local anesthesia? Because mine races for you.
My heart’s a mouth—I hope yours will always be near mine.
Baby, your smile is my favorite oral exam.
Are you mouthwash? Because you leave me fresh and wanting more.
Patient zero of my love outbreak? That’s you.
Your smile’s a veneer—pure art and instantly captivating.
Are you an orthodontist? Because you straighten out my mess.
I’d book a lifetime of cleanings if you were the hygienist.
Is your name Chlorhexidine? Because you kill my doubts.
If kisses were cavities, I’d happily be tooth-decayed by you.
You’re the only filling I want to keep for life.
Are you a polishing paste? Because you make me shine.
I’ll be your dental assistant if you let me assist your heart.
If love were enamel, yours would be unbreakable.
Call me plaque—I can’t resist settling near you.
Are you a scaler? Because you scraped away my loneliness.
Can I be your shade guide? I only want to match your hue.
Did it hurt when you fell from the tooth fairy’s chair?
Can I be your dental mirror? I’ll reflect your beauty endlessly.
Call me a probe—I want to explore your heart.
You’re like a perfect bite—everything aligns.
You make my heart flutter like new braces tightening.
I don’t need whitening—your presence brightens my day.
Are you an X-ray? Because you see right through my defenses.
I'll be your column if you'll be my beam—let's carry each other.
Are you an impression tray? Because you’ve molded my thoughts.
