February 14th a poem

Bouquet of flower
and dinner planned
but I'd rather have 
my bottom tanned

Composed of dreams
for what's in store
My bottom up
hands on the floor

With silky pants
your gift to me
My wish divine
on bended knee

Please satisfy
this urge to dance
across your lap
in underpants

Confessing with
embarrassed face
Across your lap
I know my place

A spanking now
I must implore
Is the object of
my heart's adore

A paddle kiss
on derriere
I'll say it now
and if I dare

Hand or paddle
if so inclined,
Be my spanky
Valentine