Desire, Burning Bright,
On Christmas Night.
Burning a hole,
In the Pants.
Waiting for You,
Not to be Blue.
Waiting for you,
To unwrap your Present.
As you undress Me,
We become Free.
Free to explore each Other.
As we move to the Couch.
After we make Love,
We fall asleep like Doves.
Waking up the next morning,
And I ask "did you enjoy your Christmas Present?"
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