Love birds chirping,
Tweeting sweet nothings,
Cuddling, fondling,
A bed of roses,
Scented candles glowing,
Soft music playing,
I stare as she nears, cat walking,
Her gorgeous smile,
Her piercing gaze,
Making my heart skip beats,
My palms sweaty
My pants wet,
In anticipation of dripping honey,
That floats from a golden vase,
Veer to the conduit of passion,
Ascend to the peaks of
Love, soar up high in syrupy romance,
Elate, let
Night drift by in
The arms of those your hearts hold dearest,
It’s Valentine, you owe each other that much,
Neath the
Everlasting stars.
Muzamir
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