Dear Santa
This is a letter for Santa’s eyes only:
Santa dear, I’m going to be so lonely.
Could you please send me this special gift
It would really give my Christmas an uplift.
I’m a little embarrassed asking for this toy
But could you send me -- a blow-up boy!
I will buy him clothes that are first rate,
Drive him around like he’s my date.
This plastic doll is my only desire --
Yknow every night, he would be admired!.
It’s just that with a chronic illness:
My sex life has become sort of a stillness.
I no longer have high energy --
My cup a tea -- neither, is orgies!
But once in a while, as a horny male --
I really need that dose of a nightly tail.
My plastic doll would surely do the job
And seriously -- I’m not a snob.
So Santa please -- save me from my sexual predicament,
And please -- do not make any judgements.
I enjoy sex, that is very true --
And safely practiced, I can have my screw.
And in the morning -- I won’t have to make breakfast
Just wash my plastic doll, cleaning up my blast!
So Santa, if you could find it in your heart --
Just send the rubber doll, so I can perform my part:
I hope you don’t mind sending sexual stuff --
But my life has diminished and I find it tough,
That I have to rely on a doll to satisfy me --
But is not all that bad if you please.
He won’t talk back, nor raise a scoff,
Knowing it's only my rocks I need to get off.
He won’t pass judgment, nor discriminate --
He’ll just open his holes so I can get laid!
Don’t send it COD-it’s been prepaid --
Deliver this gift so I’ll enjoy the holidays!

(Geez, that makes 6) Anyway, why didn't I think of this? I could have asked Santa for a much nicer, much STRONGER one!

Avril

I hope you got what you wanted, and if not, you need to get better friends who understand all of your needs and spend most of their life in a porn shop.
This is a great poem, made me smile.






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