My Valentine’s Day
Lonesome; at will
Suitors come about
Offering flowers whilst they kneel

They want me at their side
For them to confide
They are lonely, self-esteem lacking and deprived

On their knees
They ask of me
Revive the life back into me

But who am I?
To please these wishes
For deprivation of love
Is the reason for my existence?
Is it I? That you see?
Or the parts, you wish to take from me?

My lips to kiss.
My hips to hold.
My warm skin to touch.
Your toy to mold.

But, my love lies
In another place
An idealistic, realistic face

He knows the trail
To lead me on
With essence of ecstasy
Of which he showers upon.