I’m not one for clichéd red roses;

The house has long been taken over

By tulips from the garden

And daffodils the kids picked from the park.

Flowers are not the breezy path

To this girl’s heart.

No need to go down on one knee either,

I already have a ring,

Among a few other things

To prove that I belong to him:

My precious soft kitten collar

And a tattoo with his name hidden within.

I really don’t want chocolate

To add to my lockdown love handles-

Thank you very much.

Or another fluffy teddy bear

To gather dust on the shelf,

Even if it’s oh-so-cute and plush.

I’d love to say, I want sweet little things,

Things that money can’t buy:

A kiss, a hug or a promise,

He’ll be with me till the end of time,

But I just simply have a different tradition

with my wicked Valentine.

Our celebration starts

With some home fine dining:

I always cook something posh and nice,

This year it’s monk fish

And cheesecake with passion fruit

(Just a tiny slice)

And his gift to me

Is a little package, carefully wrapped

With the perfect bow.

My fingers gently pull on the ribbon

As I watch his smile widen

and his eyes glow.

I savour every second;

Had to wait all day for this,

As it’s not something,

I can open in front of the kids-

A naughty surprise

from my long lovehoney.com wish-list.

My eyes light up

As I admire the beautiful brushed steel

Nesting in their soft cushiony display-

Jewellery of the perfect kind.

“Happy Valentine’s day,”

He whispers unbuttoning my shirt,

“And now, kitten, it’s time to play!”