Happy Valentine

You are sweet like stolen honey
Where is your glass slipper, Snow White?
Did the clock chime at midnight?
My hands tingle from wanting to touch you
I want to do a Michael Angelo on your body
Picasso-worthy art
You are beautiful beyond measure
A work of art
Your soft skin, your ocean eyes, your skin that radiates in the sunshine
That warm skin, that brown skin...
You should know I have a Midas touch, for I am golden.
When I get to touch you, you will purr like a kitten
Your body will shake and tremble from endless pleasure
My body craves your touch
Shakespeare speaks of love
But our passion knows no bounds
You speak of going to town
A town I crave of going to
Valentine poured his emotion into a letter he wrote to a girl he tutored and fell in love with
That priest fell to the sword of love and was imprisoned for it
Just as you have me in your grasp and gism of love
A love that knows no end, an adventurous love that feels like Alibaba’s adventures
Like the adventure of Gulliver’s travels...
A writer’s word
This reggae ballad is sung: “If its love, my dear, welcome to my world.”
As deep as our passion and love are, happy Valentine, habibi my raf.