I should start my verse with something nice,

My pencil wants to channel only vice.

A line or two about your elegance and class,

But I keep thinking of my hands kneading your ass.

The way you walk so elegant and graceful,

Your curves entice, I crave to get an eye full.

To watch you get dressed each morning is such a tease,

When you should be being whorish on your knees.

In the kitchen for your keys you start to hunt,

I'd much rather have my fingers in your cunt.

Your online order may be stuck in limbo,

Oh to put you on your back, your legs akimbo.

About our weekend plans your mother has been asking,

My palms itch to give you such a spanking.

You put your coat on, give a sigh,

oh to be between  your thighs.

I'm so fortunate to have you in my life,

My beautiful and ever patient wife.

May you always be my Valentine,

And I my love be thine.