On Valentine's Day,
I'd like to slowly
peel off your jeans,
your shirt,
your underclothes,
loving and kissing
every inch of flesh
I expose,
and working my way up
to your neck,
your ear lobes,
your lips.
Then I'd sensuously
work my way
back down to where you're
hot and throbbing,
urgently cooling the heat
with my tongue--
only to build yet
another fire
that can only be
extinguished when
our bodies meld
into one.