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Heart Work

This work emerges inside a chocolate-scented envelope.

I don't understand why the ladies have to hand fan me while
throwing their rose petals. The petals scatter everywhere.

Cabinets of massage lotion. Strawberry-scented candles.
Satin sheets. (...) "Tengo una sorpresa de besos." (That's
right, I am the inextinguishable lover's flame.) (...) Hot tub.

"Help! They've become zombies for my flesh!" (...) Back
off Fabio, back off Franz Lizst. (...) "There's enough of my
Jolly Rancher-flavored love seeds to go 'round."

I made Valentine's Day. Here, I'm your present. (...) I strum
Cupid's guitar and sing love spells outside your window (in
my edible bathrobe).

Karma Sutra. Lube. Fine wines. (...) The main ingredient in
Viagra is my love seed. (...) Bob Seger, you were thinking too
much of me when you wrote Like a Rock.

Seconds? Thirds? Fourths?

"Excuse me, how much are these nipple clamps?" (...)
[five minutes later] (...) "Your sighs of admiration are not
a pliable answer."

The moon caresses the beach. (...) She has sandy love parts.

"Sorry, I'm an equal opportunity girlfriend-stealer." (...)
Cool Whip. Blindfolds. Cat o' Nine Tails. (...) A great majority
of romance novels are created after me. Pornographies too.

"A winner is you, Lover No. 1000! Insert your panties into
the panty-trophies box."