Your body is like winter wonderland
unique as a snow crystal.
I have a desire to lick all your drops
Swallow your nectar to taste you within.
You are my Mr. Christmas,
I’m your grief,
going togheter like fire and ice.
A want to exhale Christmas spirit, but all my
heartstrings plays is a melody of sadness,
I curl up and hide.
Outside the snow silently settled.
You understand the world inside me.
You told me sacred secrets to close a chapter in
My noisy mind began to smile.
All the little things created to shapes in colours
lit a fire deep down.
You touched me like Angels wings,
faded away all my fear.
You grab my hair.
Your sensual hands holding my hips,
you pushed me up against the wall.
A Christmas hot mystery of explosive fireworks
that’s wandered right into between my legs.
You are my savior soul I longing for.
I tease your luscious lips
and seduce those to mine,
take you with my tounge
to a distance that make you forget to breath.
We are dancing in the flames.
I’m breathing harder and faster.
We loose controll.
We thouch the sky.
Shooting stars falling behind my rolling eyes.
You inhale that alluring cent of my lotus,
you bring all my petals out.
Sweatbathed skin skim across of lust and every
forward thrust straddling the fine line between
pain and passion.
The moment our heart’s pulses
and two souls screams in mercy…
You are hard as ice.
As a waterfall I flow down your magic part
You are slaying my wrong side of my
heart and completes us on a seldom level.
I collapse when you squeeze my mountains
and you make me some milk
sweet and thick…
I moan for both of us when
each little dark wish of mine
comes true the night before Christmas…