Gala's 2003 Valentine Challenge

So Galadrial came up with another great contest... 2003 Valentine Challenge. If you follow that link, you'll see the rules...and they were pretty strict! So here are the winners, from 1st to Honorable Mention, with a tie for second. Enjoy! A Fable By Tanqueray Cowboy / 2003 Jan 15 Chocolate on your breath and on your lips... A vivid reminder of the children we were. When it was simple to feel this way giddy like kids at the state fair. But cotton-candy sticky hands and corny jokes are the sinful joys of lovers far too young to know any better. Soon came first beers and serenades Moonlit fields and I'll-be-yours-forevers. I remember that first semester break. You came back, just like you said you would. (Adolescent whimsy replaced by earnest freshman philosophy) Still, we shared those crispy red apples Stolen at your giggling insistence. Simple joys like these chocolates I've brought you will last as long as our dreams do. So go ahead... have another one just for me. Wicked Notion By Cire Nehtrow / 2003 Jan 13 Your crispy chocolate cupcakes boil my cannoli al dente; the bodacious swelling of your red hots, Wakens my sincere yet sinful Stromboli, A fountain pen ready to stroke and to jot. Your eyes yodel to mine as apples to the hungry, No smaltz, not corny, rather crunchy and vivid. A serenade of fire and sweet tarts, not whimsy, Punches me simple, as our desires grow livid. Your blithe thrifty figure so full yet supple, Trots spirited in this, our eternal dance. Your pony tails bob like cow tails, a couple, That wistfully circle as our passions they prance. February 14, 1995 - Doylestown, PA By scqueen / 2003 Jan 12 While devouring cannolis with mini chocolate chips, you surprised me. I opened your package and floated through this day on an enchanting serenade. Tufts of pink and white tissue paper camouflaged the dress mere seconds before I lifted it from the box. Short hemline, sassy gathered bust, the color as vivid as a bag of red hots. Clingy, spirited, and bodacious, with an oh so sinful teardrop cut-out in the back. The red heels and jewelry were simple compared to Cafe Arielle. The air was crispy, though I didn't wear a coat. You'd dressed me as your Valentine, and I wanted everyone to know. The First Bite of the Apple By splatipus / 2003 Jan 21 The crispy snow - white sheets. The hearts beating in simple serenade. The first bite of the apple still crunchy, Not too sinful, not too sweet. Then, though thrifty with your touch, You stain my body red-hot And my final surrender Is spirited   Better Than Chocolate By Ali / 2003 Jan 19 It's five in the morning, And my sleepy serenade Has broken slow.   I open my eyes to the day, And behold your sincere face, Quiet in sleep's repose-- A far cry from the sinful games Of the waning night.  Sometimes It is good to steal apples from the vine, To taste their flesh, just to feel What some call punch-drunk passion. And still with vivid warmth, Your arms are around me, As if I am yours for safe-keeping. Abound, the still, blithe air Is crispy-cold, but I am Wrapped in simple serenity, As I watch you, lying here Beside me. I think to myself, "This is the only thing better Than chocolate."