Passion Under the Mistletoe

I kiss you softly under the mistletoe,
this feeling so much more than mere tradition.
Our passion sets our bodies aglow,
as the heat melts our inhibitions.

Our clothes slowly become removed,
desires becoming more intense.
Now that which is in our hearts shall be proved,
our love making shall now commence.

Within the frame of the doorway I hold you tight,
your hands gripping the frame for support.
Not holding back on these feelings for we know they are right,
as such physical affections we now cavort.

Your fingers stroke the firmness of my shaft,
as my hands gently fondles your breasts.
Showing me your seductive craft,
leading into  all your actions so suggests.

Laying you upon the carpeted floor,
lips against lips, flesh against flesh; with such intense desire.
Our hands over each others bodies they do explore,
feeling such a lustful hunger so dire.

Thrusting through the gates of your sex,
burning passion consuming us so much.
So much more we feel that truly expects,
as limbs entwined in such a tight clutch.

Climax floods into your womb,
as I kiss you so deep.
The waves of our love now have us consume,
this moment we look with a flying leap.

Then you climax with a moan and a gasp,
your eyes filled wide with such a loving gaze.
Our love so strong it does grasp,
setting our soul; our hearts into a fiery blaze.

Upon this night this love we share,
laying so still in the room's silhouette.
Upon this night our love we did declare,
and giving up a Christmas we will never forget.