Mistletoe Mistress

Let our lips come into contact under this mistletoe… our eyes engage in conversation knowing how far this will go… it may be presents under the Christmas tree.. but I rather unwrap parts of your body, mind and soul. I get to have you a*s a gift the other 364 days of the year… but you make my heart feel jolly, kisses sweet like hot coco, pillow talk by the fireplace… man how I could do this with you all day.

You’ll never want or need a mistress, I want you in every way need be… you make me float on air as you point to the whipped cream… no whips or chains in sight… but the heat of your presence makes my body feel at high altitudes when a plane takes flight. The mistletoe didn’t see mommy kissing Santa Claus, it saw me kiss you, they saw the goosebumps form on the back of your neck…now they see us both make way to the next room, garments like ordainments leaving an enticing trail… a Merry Christmas from me to you… take me as your prisoner for tonight, make sure my bind doesn’t have a set bail