Obnoxious Valentine

To feel loved,
have sex,
and
eat chocolates,
are things
I most
adore.

To feel loved,
have sex,
and
eat chocolates,
who could
ask
for more?

To feel loved,
have sex,
and
eat chocolates,
is why I
answered
the door.

Oh, ‘twas not

for you,
my wishful
Valentine;
I'm just horny

and want
some more.

~gj duerrschmidt

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