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Dec 2019
The night before Christmas,
She gave me a call.
Asking me to come over
For an early Christmas gift.
By the tone of her voice
I knew for sure
She was up to something.
Once I arrived at her place,
She greeted me in nothing but a robe.
My sweet and kind friend
Was prepared to show me
An entirely different side of her.
With the drop of her robe,
She revealed more than her feelings.
My early Christmas present
That I was receiving,
Was all of her.
To show my appreciation,
I kissed both sets of lips;
Providing sensations all over.
As I lie under the Christmas tree
She climbed up and unwrapped her gift
Allowing for us both
To enjoy our presents.
As we continued to play with our gifts
Santa arrived and was surprised.
Yet, he didn't leave us.
He wanted to sit and enjoy the show.
Been a while since I wrote poems that had an ****** feel to it.
Christopher A Patrick
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Christopher A Patrick  27/M/Fort Lauderdale, Florida
(27/M/Fort Lauderdale, Florida)   
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