Here’s a little something I wrote for my wife a couple of days ago. Christmas is behind us, but hope it can still be fun to read.
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Dear Ms Santa,
One year has now passed, since last I have seen you;
I’ve missed you, oh so much, can’t wait to be with you.
I have not been so good – quite naughty, I’m afraid,
Let me just tell you now some of the thoughts I’ve had.
I rip your clothes off you, your body’s of a goddess,
You push me on the bed, your eyes glowing with promise
Your ass sits on my face, I feel I’m now in heaven,
I feast with lusty passion, sweet, sweet honeydew melon.
With massage oil I cover, your ass and pussy well
It smells of roses now, I feel under some spell.
It’s in your ass I want, my cock twitches with fervor,
But your wicked smile says: “Some other day – if ever”.
I pick you up with ease, hands firmly on your ass.
Your back against the wall, I push, you moan “oh, yes”
I’m all the way in, deep, I now start to breathe fast
And fuck you hard, all sixty seconds that would last.
And as my cum is splashed on your amazing tits,
My body trembles hard and I’m engulfed in bliss.
But wait, it’s now a blur, I’m lying on my bed,
Alas, the dream is over, my pants – sticky and wet.
Dear Ms Clause, your time is now approaching fast,
Would you bestow a wish, when you arrive, I ask?
Some sixty-nine, red garter belt, the kitchen table
Or even a massage; I dare not dream of anal.
I wait, so filled with hope, arms open wide for you
I wait to fuck you well – oh, Merry Christmas, too!
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/rp0epp/waiting_for_ms_santa_poem