Sparkling Season

Christmastime is so full of sparkles, glitter, twinkling… Why?
All these pretty things that catch our eye;
dangling orbs and flickering lights,
and moonlit snow we ne’er get to see,
it is all part of the holiday revelry.

Shiny papered boxes, big bowed, stacked to build eagerness,
trees adorned with flashy dress,
sparks that fly under a mistletoe’s kiss;
we gather to sing shimmering songs of soul-tingling faithfulness.

All around, sensations blink us into joy;
glistening sugar cookies and battery powered toys.

We give much less than we can all take in,
in this dazzling, hurried, incandescent season.

T’wats the Night Before Christmas

Originally Published on: Dec 7, 2008

I thought I’d drag this one back out for another peep, since it’s the holidays and all…

T’was the night before Christmas

and in the back of the house

her juices were stirring

with lust for her spouse.

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Her stockings undone from the garter with care

In hopes that his thickness would soon meet her bare

The children, all nestled and snug in their beds

Had no idea this affair had come to a head

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Mom, in her corset, and dad, with the whip

Started with a kiss, as he ordered her to strip.

When over the pillow, her hair layed, scattered

He sprang on the bed, as if only she mattered.

.

Away she worked like an impulsive flash

as he throttled and pounded, with eager, her gash

The moon on her breast like new fallen snow

Made it easy for him to see where his tongue should go

.

To his wondering eyes, all a sudden did appear

Her legs, round his head, and her moment drawing near

He started to drive her, so lively and quick

He knew in a moment what made her tick

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More rapid than coursers she came and she came

She sighed and she moaned and she called out his name

“Oh, take me, ahhh yes! Yes! YES! YESSSSS!” said the vixen

On top or on bottom, on hope chest they’re fixin’

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To the heights of their being, and up against the wall

They grind away, sweating for the best gift of all.

Their bodies , like leaves in a wild hurricane fly

meeting, enmeshing, and mount to the sky

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To the tips of the universe, like quarks and gluons they flew

Using a night stand full of toys, and their bodies, toys too,

and then, with a twinkling, in both their eyes

the petting and pawing brought the greatest surprise

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He withdrew his hands, and then quickly turned her around

Down her proverbial chimney, he came with a bound

Stroking her fur, titillated from head to foot

Smashing and lashing the crest of her butt.

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His bundle, unleashed, pendulum swinging, front to back

Retaining the swelling in his bulging sack.

Her eyes- how they twinkled! His chest how it heaved

Her bosoms like roses, fast to them, he cleaved.

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Her droll little mouth drawn up like a bow

opening and closing with each mighty blow

The stump of his shaft, held tight in her teeth,

Looked like an angel breathing on a wet Christmas wreath

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His face broad with pleasure, hair tickling his belly,

made him thankful their coital gifts never required jelly.

His member, chubby and plump, withdrew from herself

Ready to finish off this fine milf.

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With a wink of his eye, and a nod of her head

She was thrown back to the edge of the bed.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work

Rhythmic, pounding, with just the right jerk.

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And simultaneously, as both parties chose,

He filled up her chimney as their pulses both rose.

They sprang to the porch, to have a quick smoke

And commented how it was, by far, the best Christmas poke

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Back in bed, pulses rested, exclaims to his wife

Sweetheart, thank you for another Merry Christmas tonight.

I ate too much this Christmas

Some post-Christmas swine

stand in a long line

exchanging gifts with dread

 

Whilst, Mr. and I

also post-Christmas swine

exchange sweat equity instead