To Whomever Needs a Valentine I
Petluk gentle fury
Your words inspire me with their true beauty
Echoing the desire inherent in your
Wondrous body sensuous in duty
To passion, despite dearth of suitors poor.
And, Oh to taste of your very sweet charms
A world I give, in obvious lust,
To Sweep you off your feet in my strong arms
Regardless of ethics, or dire breach of trust.
To hear you singing a sweet song of joy
Is fuel for wild passionate loving dreams
And know clearly of my joy, my plot, my ploy,
in dreams of ecstasy I hear your screams.
Know even though you’ll never be mine,
It is my joy to call you, valentine.