For My Valentine

I eat you in the morning.
All cream citrus and soft
You drip down my chin
Gratefully, I lick the spoon.

You are the tall glass
Of water, gulped
Down with fervor, eagerly
I wait to feel you inside me.

I taste you in strawberries
Small kisses, barely tart
Sweet clever playful girl
Forcing my lips to pucker

You are the apple,
the knowledge
That all things are temporary
Your taste and ripeness,

Priceless and fleeting.
I discover you,
The secret ingredient In chocolate, the
Secret that sparks
Orgasm and joy.


Cheryl Aguirre is an aspiring poet based in Austin, Texas. They pride themselves on their 7 living houseplants and unpublished poems. They are a recent college graduate and an active member of the Austin LGBTQ+ community. You can follow them at @drowsy_orchid on Instagram and @Wheat_Mistress on Twitter. 

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