February fourteenth was the date
I let you sleep till past noon.
I held a box of chocolate
Our sensual satisfaction soon
with you, my lovely valentine.
Across the room our clothes be strewn.
Famished, first we find our feast to dine.
I give a dozen roses red
knowing that soon you must be mine.
We proceed to pleasures, now fed.
We start out sweet and take a shower.
We begin our bliss in bed.
You pucker and peck my pulsing power.
Close together we passionately play.
I lacquer and lick your flowing flower.
Our devotion to desire this day,
our loving lasting long and late.
Our love for the other is all we obey.
Our senses swell and soar, we sate our mate.