Naughty Valentine

The candles flicker, set the mood, A night for love, a touch so rude. You steal a kiss, I tease and gleam, Tonight, my love, we’ll make you scream. The wine is poured, the lights are low, You whisper things that make me glow. Your hands explore—a wicked dream, Tonight, my love, we’ll make you scream. The chocolate melts on my tongue, A taste so sweet yet far too young. You bite your lip—oh, how obscene, Tonight, my love, we’ll make you scream. New Voices Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Regina Mcintosh