February feels colder when May is so far away. Gulping down gallons of soup and hot cocoa comforts temporarily, but there’s nothing like Valentine’s Day to lock in winter’s permafrost-bite.
Fresh off the cheese (school bus), I used to lick frozen poles when I had no valentines in my box; I stuck with my slender lady until the snow melted or my tongue got tired. But these days I have a new date and she’s always ready. She’s easy to unwrap and melts at my touch. My valentine comes in many shapes, sizes and is a woman of color –or not.
The darker, the better and the bitterer. I like mine black as coal, because V-Day has never been so sweet; I need something to balance my love palate. Besides, she likes wine, she likes cheese; what’s not to like about that? The type of girl that sticks to your ribs and you can taste her on your fingers for days. That’s my type. She never leaves you hungry, but you’re addicted; you always want more.
The good ones are expensive, but worth every penny, and you only live once. When I’m with her I forget all about the soul-searing cold outside my door. When I’m alone with my candy I forget all my worries. I could die a happy man when I sink my teeth into her. She’s always on the tip of my tongue. She knows food is the way to this man’s heart. Sorry strawberries and whipped cream, you’ll have to wait till summer. I need a dessert with body, heart, and soul. Something more satisfying than revenge and that makes the other guys jealous.
So ladies you know what I want for Valentine’s Day and no one said we can’t share. A chocolate ménage-a-trios can be very sexy.
Blogservation: though the pop consensus says Hallmark invented Valentine's Day to boost the post holidays/pre mom and dad days sales slump, don't you think Hershey's had a gooey hand in the mid month love fest?
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