I found her reclined in explicit repose,
clad in red silk and black lace,
bodice of satin, her softness exposed,
seductively made-up face.
Romantic soft music hung in the air,
its’ fragrance of lavender scent,
as mirrors reflecting a come-hither stare,
signaled desirous intent.
Her moistened full lips, whispered soft sighs,
in the flickering candle light,
as naughtiness danced in warm bedroom eyes,
promising wicked delights.
She licked her soft lips, then lowered a strap
exposing a shoulder to view,
while slow tracing fingers slid to the lap,
unhooking a garter or two.
Erotically stretching, fully revealed,
clothing in lewd disarray,
exposing those places usually concealed,
wide open in wanton display.
Excitement’s apparent, fully inflamed,
no point in being discreet.
Abandoned to lust in ways unashamed,
my sensual Valentines’ treat.