Be My Valentine

don’t give me a blushing red heart
hand over your black soul instead
one I can bind with my wicked thoughts
and chain to my immoral bed

a soul that will lick my red-tipped toes
and tell me the taste is sweet
and using a warm, scented oil
caress my slender feet

a soul that will humbly bow to my will
freely offer a neck for a studded collar
clip on the leash with nervous fingers
as I lead, on hands and knees follow

a soul that will dare not question
while tied on their back to my bed
anything I may wish to do
with a needle and stout thread

I crave a soul as dark as mine
to get me through the night
no valentine for me, my love
give me your pleasure, pain and life

©2023 jai

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I like what I see
when I look in your eyes
as you look at me

I like what I smell
when I’m wrapped in your arms
ensnarled in your spell

I like what I hear
when you whisper my name
lips nibbling my ear

I like what I touch
when our legs entwine
and hungry hands clutch

I like what I taste
when my tongue strokes your flesh
in a kiss most unchaste

love now long gone
washed out with the tide
into the dark sea of dawn

©2023 jai

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