Pink Board Of Warmth

Who else but you, darling, can do this?

Well, I am fortunate to never miss it.

The pink board of warmth,

That never had any dearth.

I come home beaten up and bruised,

I arrive at the warmth of your embrace.

I never knew why pink was tied to women,

Till the warmth and solace are felt by men.

May it be the cup of tea,

Or the inviting hospitality.

You women are in a class apart,

You make us shoot success like a dart.