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Underneath my tree
Underneath my tree
I'll tie you up in red silk ribbons and place you beneath my tree, you are a special kinky gift, a gorgeous Christmas gift to me
Watching you laying there waiting for me to unwrap you and start to play but you must just wait one more night, it's nearly Christmas day
I make sure you are comfortable, you look so cute beneath the trees twinkling lights, I can't wait to open you, there will be no more lonely nights
Forever you will be my girl, a Goddess to call my own, it doesn't seem that long since, we met on a app upon my phone
You told me of your desires, your need to be a sexual slave, a desire to be owned and used, to do all a man could crave
We met a few times, we were obviously a perfect fit, you told me of your Christmas scenario, I said we could do it
Now you're the perfect present wrapped in Red silk ribbon just for me, I glance up from writing this poem, to see you underneath my tree
Ron
I'll tie you up in red silk ribbons and place you beneath my tree, you are a special kinky gift, a gorgeous Christmas gift to me
Watching you laying there waiting for me to unwrap you and start to play but you must just wait one more night, it's nearly Christmas day
I make sure you are comfortable, you look so cute beneath the trees twinkling lights, I can't wait to open you, there will be no more lonely nights
Forever you will be my girl, a Goddess to call my own, it doesn't seem that long since, we met on a app upon my phone
You told me of your desires, your need to be a sexual slave, a desire to be owned and used, to do all a man could crave
We met a few times, we were obviously a perfect fit, you told me of your Christmas scenario, I said we could do it
Now you're the perfect present wrapped in Red silk ribbon just for me, I glance up from writing this poem, to see you underneath my tree
Ron
Published 25th Dec 2022
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25th Dec 2022 00:09am
Once you go to bed tonight, you just might find her under your tree in the morning. You must have a really big tree, Ron! Innuendo unintended!!! Xmas-wise, I hope it's a good one. I'll be checking in as always! ;-)
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