Valentine

You peel my shirt over my head,
Your teeth and lips instantly on my neck.
You work your magic,
The kind only your lips and hands know,
I'm falling into oblivion.
When you toss me onto the bed,
Prowling up to me,
While tossing your own shirt aside,
I know that dinner reservation
Isn't going to happen,
But dessert?
We're right on time for that.