I love the feeling of waiting,
For something beautiful to happen,
The anticipation and preparation,
The tension stirring gently within me,
And the warmth coursing through me,
Keeping me highstrung, like making love.
And then the magic comes, and came,
Though sometimes it doesn't feel special;
You'd want to take back the night,
To change it so you may be sated -
Or you'd yearn for it to never end,
So that every touch of reality tingles...
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*If you think that Christmas has touched and gone too soon, we're on the same page, baby. Refill my wine glass and let the bubbles fizz so we'd have one more magical moment*