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All night I have worked and toiled,

Up hill and down dale and back again.

Presents delivered, children will be happy

It’s past midnight and I am going home.



Mrs Santa is waiting; I know it is true,

Each year at this time, she knows what I need.

My heart beats faster as I think of her now,

What will she be wearing? I can’t wait to see.



She met me at the doorway in her red robe

Wearing high thigh stockings underneath

A Green teddy with red and gold trim fur

On her panties was a green and gold wreath.



Oh, the sight of her set my heart racing,

She is so gorgeous, no doubt in my mind.

Lifting her gently, carried her to the rug,

The fire was blazing, so warm and so snug.



Disrobing her slowly, eyes wide with delight,

Each piece removed, more of her could I see.

Her breasts are so firm, her nipples so hard,

Her body so supple, her legs are so long.



Her stockings remain, the silk so exciting,

My fingers caressing, her thighs open wider.

My lips follow my fingers, teasing her gently,

Her wetness is showing, her scent overpowering.



Our passion is ignited, a fire rages in us,

Loving for hours, giving pleasure our aim.

She knows how to please me, I delight to give too,

Her juices are flowing; mine ready to go.



She straddles my hips, I enter her deeply,

I love to see her, her breasts swinging freely.

Grasping them both, I squeeze till she squeals,

Her nipples so hard now, like rocks on a hill.



Moving together, thrusting so deep,

Kissing with passion, our bodies complete.

Soaring in heaven, we come with a shout,

“Merry Christmas my darling, I love you so much.”



This poem was inspired by Mrs Santa's poem which can be found at http://www.thestarlitecafe.com/poems/90/poem_693953.html