I clothe my vulnerable parts in layers.

Hearts, chocolates and cards

In the colour of passion and love,

I cannot remain bare.

This is my love,

I conceal with a body of green,

All my intent-

Hidden behind the naïve hearts,

Of the ignorant.

They laugh and whisper sweet nothings,

Promises of devotion and passion.

They all end in lustful nights,

And sweaty sheets;

With wallets bare

Which prepared my feast.

I proclaim to be saintly

But for one day each year,

Like pagans you worship at my feet

Then scurry off,

Your lovers to meet.

Lust and greed,

Clothed in passionate red

Tokens of love and

A hunger unfed.

Deny the lonely,

Listen to me speak into your hearts,

While I watch with glee

And slowly feed;

Upon every sin and dollar you offer to me.