All alone once again this Christmas eve,
who says it is better to give then receive?
This boring single life is really getting old,
it is time to be daring, intrepid, bold.
Take what I wish, that’s what I’ll do,
with that in mind, my idea grew.
Dressed to kill, a devious smile on my face,
walked right over to my neighbors place.
He opened the door wearing a smirk of his own,
“Let’s have dinner together, instead of alone.”
Mistletoe arrived packaged in cashmere
My lips savored my evening delight
My smile took away all of her fears
Knowing it will be a long night
Before the knock I was contemplating
Whether to be alone or to take a chance
Not knowing why this beauty was evading
My constant flirting with a glance
“Please enter” I said with seduction
she smile from ear to gorgeous
Bypassing the intimate introductions
Waiting for her to just
Sitting here but he has made no move,
he keeps talking messing up the groove.
Looks like I have to bravely take my bliss,
so I scoot over, taking a Christmas kiss.
Ripping his shirt, telling what it is I seek,
demanding him to be my yuletide freak.
He takes dominion without delay,
no longer predator but now his prey.
Turning me on, I am slippery wet,
promise in his eyes, no empty threat.
Lord she is all over me, no mistletoe in sight
So I join gladly into this passion no need to be Contrite
She’s soft as 800 count, sateen sheets.
I kiss her inner thighs and glance down at her feet
O yeah, pedicure pretty, she seduces from toe to head
Speaking physically,
hungry eagerly
passion simply
with no words to be said
my tongue trace a trail to a lacey abode
Shivers of pleasure I know she can not hold
Lightly probing but firmly in my grasp
Twisting in passion agony, how long can she last?
Opening his gift slowly, he licks my cocoa thigh,
inhaling the aroma of sweet potato pie.
Just as he starts he takes a detour,
oh, goodness, damn, how much can I endure?
Shedding my sweater, wanting eggnog first,
sucking tenderly quenching his thirst.
Hungry, I want to explore the north pole,
my hand roams in search of my ultimate goal.
Needing more than just a tiny feel,
my mouth waters to taste the whole meal.
Taste of cinnamon rushes through my mind
As I suckle her nectar this late Christmas eve
My lips circle sweetness my hands grasp behind
I hesitate slowly to give her reprieve
She reaches for me gently
She takes me in tight
My breath races quickly
But I don’t put up a fight
Because its feels so damn good
Not as good as I can recall
Smells of fireplace wood
As she jingles my balls
I hear 69 bells ring, is that Santa’s sleigh,
turning over, all unwrapped gifts on display.
He enters slowly driving to my core,
I pant and moan like a wanton whore.
Riding the waves of delightful pleasure,
this is a Christmas, I surely will treasure.
He increases the pace of this carnal dance,
wishing this to never stop, ecstasy enhanced.
Sensations, soon I will cum, will we just stop,
or start another game in Santa’s work shop.
I’m holding, resisting, for my climax to subside
I struggle with the tension she holds me inside
Yet her moans are more soothing than a yoga mantra
I roll my back just to give her a little extra
Her Santa’s list is fulfilled on her back
To leave her wanting, exhausted is a fact
Even though she thinks her Christmas is done so far
She has 7 more days because I celebrate Kwanzaa
Author notes
May everyone have very Merry Christmas, looks like we will be celebrating Kwanzaa, LOL.
A contest entry
- What Do The Lonely Do...At Christmas Time?...When The Lights Go Out? by AddictiveTRUTH.
1230 points, ended December 21, 2007, 4 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Wow now this a wonderful adult example of the world of fantasy. Glad you entered this read, it shows the vast expanse of our imagery...novy
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A little sip, a gentle kiss, and soon things roll on from there. A little nip, a little bliss, soon love rules thru things unfair.
On Christmas Eve, would you believe, love was found on the carpet. Sexy with gin, kiss me again, just call me your wine strumpet.
Beautiful write you two. Thank you for adding to the holiday season. And, Merry Christmas to you both.
Brazos
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Merry Christmas to U too B. This was just one of those fun spur of the moment escapades
I know Precious would be pleased as well. Thank U
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Sounds like you will be doing more than celebrating Christmas(lol). I can see why you took Gold with this gem. You may have to repeat this for New Years Eve!!!!!
Ted E
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we have 7 days for Kwanzaa
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Great!
WOW! This was some christmas cheer if I
must say so myself. You really created a
fun filled passionate sexual escapade.
It would be so wonderful if a woman had
the guts to step up and do something like that.
Too often the guys have to take all the chances.
I loved everything about this poem.
Ho Ho Ho and A MERRY MERRY CHRISTMAS!
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This is just a sexual delight, you two seem to so very pertfectly matched for this holiday escapade. I loved the metaphoric verse and how they made me smile..Oh how I remember being younger full of spit and fire. All I can say is Merry Christmas to you both..................excellent collaboration...Mom
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Thanks
I'm still full of spit mom The fire thing I got to keep the pilot light lite we have so many overwhelming qualities that extinguishes it. Happy Holidays to you as well
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I was waiting on you to post this...sis
great choice, I know all will enjoy this treat.
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Thanks
Thank you for your first and second comment on this poem, we had a great time writing this one.
raingoddess
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Wonderful
Mykeee, I enjoyed writing this with you, we had alot of fun and I think that it turned out great. Thanks again and I look forward to writing with you again.
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playfully erotic
Thats all I can say. the pleasure was mine Precious
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LOL....
first off...yall know Im loving this TITLE
Wonderful collabo
Thanks for entering and best of luck.
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