All the very sexy best this holiday season.
I hope you enjoy this poem I wrote a couple years ago.
Enjoy, be safe and I'll see you on the other side of the New Year!

A Gift for Santa
Copyright 2009 Angela Caperton
One year as Christmas Eve drew near
My husband said, “Consider, dear,”
How hard old Santa works to bring
His gifts and toys and everything;
Displays of thoughtful, loving care --
The least a man can do is share.”
“This year instead of treats and milk
I’ll leave you bound with ribbon silk,
And let the old elf take his play
With my Mary’s winsome way.
What say you, sweet wife of mine?
Shall this be Mary Christmas time?”
“Of course,” I said, “If I can aid
Santa Claus in his yearly trade,
Then bind me with red ribbon silk
Around my body pale as milk,
And leave me for the Christmas elf,
And I may get a gift myself!”
So, upon that pre-Yule night,
Hubby tied me nice and tight,
Spread beneath the Christmas tree,
Offered up for Kris to see,
Bare above and bare below
Except a silken, scarlet bow.
Dependable as egg nog rum,
Down the chimney St Nick come,
Looked about for milk and cookie
Spied instead the offered nookie,
Laid a finger ‘side his nose
And quickly doffed his Santa clothes.
I have to say I had not thunk
That Santa would be such a hunk.
Driving sleighs must give him strength;
His beard is not his only length,
Nor is his frisky, agile tongue,
No, by the chimney, he was hung!
With lips and teeth he loosed my bow
While whiskers tickled down below
His feasting made me cry with joy
A gift much nicer than a toy.
Then leaving me still silken tied,
Santa showed me how to ride.
‘Round the world in a single night
Oh how we made the treetops light!
Dasher, dancer, prancer, dear,
A comet I saw crystal clear!
Bright blitzen, hot and flashing high,
And donner in our coupled cry.
They say there’s magic in the Yule
Midwinter time, bright spirits rule.
And there was I, the offering
To guarantee the gift of spring.
With mischief in his twinkling eye
Santa kissed my clit goodbye.
Then giving me a single rose,
He donned again his wooly clothes.
Paused beside the dark fireplace
A naughty grin upon his face.
“Now you and hubby please yourselves,
And next year I may bring my elves.”
Then up the chimney he did go,
And I lay bound in afterglow,
Till hubby came and me untied
Took me up like a new bride,
And we made love in every way
To celebrate our Christmas Day.
Copyright 2009 Angela Caperton. All rights reserved. Content may not be copied or used in whole or part without written permission from the author.