i blame the snow...
'tis like catnip
that, or mayhap
'twas the red dress
clinging satin
caresing thighs
that waited
in heated anticipation
for a touch
of something more
these
ladies and gentleman
i submit
as the reasons for
...
the flameing float
incident
'tis right
incident
for, do ye realy think
i set things on fire
often...
and.. as i watched the float flame
panicked reindeer
trampleing santa
i suddenly wished
that ye were there
and then,
i wanted to roast
marshmellows into smores
funny, but i dinna recall
being quite so happy
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I can see you in that dress, with the embers of the float rising skyward, laughing uproariously, cause it was not your intention.
superb story arden...LOL~~Artis

