Christmas fuck
I hope I'm on Santa's naughty list, to me that sounds like fun, I'm hoping he'll put me across his knee and really smack my bum
Laying across his lap that big brass buckles very cold, it freezes my tummy but I do has I've been told
Knowing I'll get punished if I'm put on Santa's naughty list means I won't get any gifts but still I will persist
Because being gently punished is better than any gift he'd wrap, I'd swop any gift or present for a naughty little slap
He could tie me up in gift ribbons and put me in his big black sack, pick me up and carry me off, he can throw me across his back
I hope I get a special Christmas kiss, under the Mistletoe or near my Christmas tree, I'd settle for just one kiss but I'd prefer two or free
So I'll continue to be naughty, I'll be cheeky and push my luck, who know if I'm really bad I might get a Christmas fuck
THE KINKY POET