My Valentine

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    My Valentine

    My lady kneels in front of me
    showing her fine back, unclothed.
    She bends her face to the bed,
    ass high, legs together.
    The perfect valentine

    I am Cupid, with my arrow raised
    Her taut beau, poised and ready.
    My aim is perfect,
    straight to her heart.
    She sighs in contentment

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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