Don’t shrink me
into a bunch of roses,
my love for you is not
a vase half full of flower food.

Don’t fold me
into a box of chocolate,
my love is not so dark
to milk you till you turn white.

Smear me in coconut oil,
let your nuts fit between my thighs.
Slid down my slimy bossom,
let your heat travel my nape
to my scissors’ screw.

Let me feel you within me,
this Valentine.