No one sent me flowers today

No one sent me flowers today.

No one made red roses bloom as their tongue plunged into my warm lips, the dark pink folds of my cunt.

No one sent me flowers today.

There were no kisses, and no hugs,
No hands tracing a line down my back
and smacking me hard, on the ass,
no long fingers circling my throat like a collar,
a butterfly caress.

No one sent me flowers today.

No one came over to bite and kiss and tug and rub.

No one sent me flowers today.

Black roses, white, or red,
scattered pink blooms fluttering across my bed
the secret smells of passion and love.



Valentines Day, 2007