Erotic Valentine

Valentine,
You're divine.

Don't bring me flowers,
Let's play in dirt, mud, or sand....then clean each other off in the shower.

Don't wear a tie, it'll be be ripped anyhow;
I'll tear if off of you....let me see you stripped now.

Or maybe you should bring me flowers; red, yellow, white, pink, or blue.
That way I can hold them, while truly desiring you.

Maybe you should wear something formal,
That way when we do share our passion, it will be beyond normal.

Take these flowers from my hands and throw me up against a wall.
Brace yourself....I'm giving my all.

I'll take this tie away from your neck.
Unlace my will....until the bed is a wreck.

Passionate love is a quenchless thirst,
But if I don't have you, surely I will burst.

We celebrate our love on this day,
Though we love each other everyday.

Our love and lust collide,
Then become one and coincide.

Our love is a miracle.
It's further proof that God's work is believable.

Our love is beyond words...
The description is flying somewhere up there, with the blissful birds.

Valentine,
You're mine.