VALENTINE

Return, my love, to my gray arms
on this cold midwinter night.
Let my eyes feast on your charms
revealed by the moon's sparse light.

Once more might I crush you to my chest
to share our bodys' heat
and feel beneath your yielding breast
your heart's quickening beat.

And let our blood flow hot and wild
as it did back in our youth,
for passion never should be mild,
and pheromones always speak the truth.

So as my fingers trace your skin
and your breath entwines with mine
we'll let the fire of love begin
as both of our limbs enter twine.

Then afterward, when all is still
we'll lie and count cold stars above
drawn close to fight off the night's chill.
Sex holds no match to making love.