the 12th Day of XXXmas

On the twelfth day of Xmas my dream-angel came to me
Slipping through my window in her birthday suit of virgin skin
She must be cold without her angelic feathered wings
But she couldn't fit them through my open window frames
Now fallen in my arms, merely mortal and subject to Earthly sins
On this merry eve she'll openly submit to all my wanton whims
I wonder if HE saw her sneak through my stained glass panes
Just in case He's up there peaking, I'll close them up again
Peering through the shadows draped across her sultry face
I saw fangs behind her smile, reminding me she fell from grace
T'was then I realized it was not Xmas but instead was Halloween
And all the pleasures I was praying for were about to become screams