prose: my lonely valentine

imagine:

a lover that sits at the edge of the bed of the other during visits in the night shifts the burden of her body unto the mattress, awakens the asleep

lovers that slip into the soul of each other as if the body is a shared hide

noses that meet to rub for the first time generates electric currents that wickedly tingles the whole body

end of imagination.

all tell-tale signs show another lonely valentine's day.

perhaps that stupid Cupid should wear glasses so he can take a better aim at me.

Anyway, Happy Valentine's Day y'all.

p/s anyone knows who originally sang 'My Funny Valentine'?
i've got to have that.