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Bows For You
I dreamt of you last night Sir
Drifted off staring at my Christmas tree
The invitingly warm white lights
Bouncing off of blue and white balls
Unlike dreams of the past
You didn't drift in through a window
Or just magically appear in my bed
This time darlin you knocked on my door
I was waiting patiently for your arrival
Had a lil surprise in store
I answered the door wearing Christmas bows
Wore them like pasties and nothing else
Wanted to give you a special surprise
Watch your eyes get big and wide from the excitement
See your bulge grow from the enticement
How do you like your gift hun?
I'm offering up ALL of me
For you and you only to enjoy
Pick me up Sir and take the reigns
Take me without having to say word
As my dream continued
You placed me beneath my Christmas tree
Carefully removing each bow
Giving each aggressive attention
Hands traveling downward
As every inch of is covered with licks and kisses
You we're ever so attentive
Never leaving a spot untouched
Lingering kisses and nibbles
Attacking my secret pink treasure
As time moves forward I can no longer keep my composure
I'm begging and screaming for more
Your name escapes my pouty lips
As my movements mirror yours
Needing and aching for more
I guide your hands to keep going
Pulling you into to me closer and closer
As I whisper in your ear,'Give me my throbbing gift lover."
Your hips give a hard deep thrust
We are both out of control
Our appetites are so evident
No holding back at all
Our songs of ecstasy fill my house
As we reach our climatic end in perfect time together
Thank you my big bad Santa
I will never look at my Christmas tree the same again
It will forever be etched in my head as our secret spot
Do I have to wait til Christmas morning to be unwrapped again?
Drifted off staring at my Christmas tree
The invitingly warm white lights
Bouncing off of blue and white balls
Unlike dreams of the past
You didn't drift in through a window
Or just magically appear in my bed
This time darlin you knocked on my door
I was waiting patiently for your arrival
Had a lil surprise in store
I answered the door wearing Christmas bows
Wore them like pasties and nothing else
Wanted to give you a special surprise
Watch your eyes get big and wide from the excitement
See your bulge grow from the enticement
How do you like your gift hun?
I'm offering up ALL of me
For you and you only to enjoy
Pick me up Sir and take the reigns
Take me without having to say word
As my dream continued
You placed me beneath my Christmas tree
Carefully removing each bow
Giving each aggressive attention
Hands traveling downward
As every inch of is covered with licks and kisses
You we're ever so attentive
Never leaving a spot untouched
Lingering kisses and nibbles
Attacking my secret pink treasure
As time moves forward I can no longer keep my composure
I'm begging and screaming for more
Your name escapes my pouty lips
As my movements mirror yours
Needing and aching for more
I guide your hands to keep going
Pulling you into to me closer and closer
As I whisper in your ear,'Give me my throbbing gift lover."
Your hips give a hard deep thrust
We are both out of control
Our appetites are so evident
No holding back at all
Our songs of ecstasy fill my house
As we reach our climatic end in perfect time together
Thank you my big bad Santa
I will never look at my Christmas tree the same again
It will forever be etched in my head as our secret spot
Do I have to wait til Christmas morning to be unwrapped again?
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