Santa's Naughty Present

Santa’s Naughty Present

By

Don Abdul ©2011

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Sitting on park bench at dusk

Snowflakes drifting down upon my hoodie

Heartbroken, wishful and moody

A jilted lover, down on love’s luck

My heartfelt wish, floating in the cold night air

Upwards and northwards, to Santa’s lair

My secret need, my heart’s desire

A Prayer answered, a wish granted

On the eve of Christmas Santa’s Sleigh swooshes away

Reindeers racing, elves bright and gay

Down my chimney the bearded one slid

Next to my sleeping form, in my bed he hid

My heart’s desire, warm supple, such sexy curves

Smooth skin, warm naked flesh, around which my dream revolves

At dawn on Christmas day, still in the warm embrace of sleep

I feel warm hands caress my nudity, wet tongue licking my lip

Mmmm… my body awakens ahead of my mind

Soft ample breasts upon my chest, I reach out knowing not what I’d find

Oh sweet dream, from which I won’t awake

Oh the sweet love I wish to make

Aghhh, a gasp rips from deep within me

Soaking wet heat engulf the hardness of me

Down thrusts, rising pleasure

Mmmm… what a moment to treasure

Moans, mine and another’s

Kisses, scratches, bumping and grinding

Movements that mirror those of long lost lovers

Excitement rising, passions soaring, and desires exploding

Floating back to earth, eyes opening

Her face comes into focus,

OMG! It’s Mrs. Augustus

Naughty Santa’s present is my neighbor’s flirtatious wife

Her husband Augustus plays Santa in real life