All I want for Christmas
Is you down the chimney,
Smoldering me with your gaze,
Silencing me with your Cupid's bows.
All I want for Christmas
Is a hot bubbly tub so foamy,
Enveloping our bodies beneath,
While you deepen within me.
All I want for Christmas
Is wine savoured upon your skin,
Made warm by your pulsing blood,
Your tongue entwined with mine.
All I want for Christmas
Is time, the power to turn it back;
Unwrapping you like a Pandora's Box,
The first taste is the sweetest.
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