A Valentines’ treat, like never before
was my lover, clad in black lace.
The love of my life, the one I adore,
awaited my tender embrace.
She looked in my eyes, whispered my name,
stroking my cheek with her hand.
Said with a smile, “I’m so glad you came,
I’ve a sensuous evening planned.”
“We’ll spend it alone, dinner for two
relax with a glass of red wine.”
Licking her lips, “I’ve something to do,”
a shiver ran right down my spine.
Pushing me back, tore open my shirt
fingers caressing my chest.
Then said with a leer, “ you’re my dessert,
let’s do it, the hell with the rest.”
Excitement’s apparent, locked in her grip
her legs encircled my waist.
While holding her close, I guided her hips,
no longer clad in black lace.
This passionate night, would start with a kiss,
and end between soft satin sheets.
A night filled with pleasure, intimate bliss,
her sensual Valentines’ treat.