Stuffing the bird
At last it's Christmas eve and time for me to stuff the bird, I'm sure that's the strangest way of saying intercourse you have ever heard
Time to make her comfy make sure she's basted really well, making her wet and ready for me is important I guess that you can tell
Lay her down soft and gently now she's ready to be stuffed, we start off nice and slowly before going faster and quite rough
I love this part of Christmas, I adore kissing under the Mistletoe, then I get to devour her from her head right to her toe
She's truly all I want for Christmas she's all I need beneath my tree, dressed in festive red lace, gift wrapped just for me
I will unwrap her so slowly my eyes taking in this visual feast, she inspires my inner kinkiness, she awakes my sexual beast
And just like dear old Santa Clause I can't wait to fill her stockings full of kinky things, now I better get on stuffing my delicious bird and see what Santa brings
THE KINKY POET