Love...

Will you allow me,
To be your holiday tree?

Decorate me with your love,
Wrap me in ribbons and bows.

Crimson silk laced
About my thighs and hips

About my ankles and wrists,
Binding me, your only gift.

Strings of garland
Run across my shoulders,

Down between my breasts
Hung with shiny glass balls.

They cover candy hard rose buds,
Yours alone to lick and devour.

My Love...

More precious and true
Than a store-bought gift

I wish for you only
To truly have this...

I'll lay in our bed,
A star placed atop my head

And be your holiday tree,
And be your every gift.

Unwrap me with your hands,
Encase me in your passion.

My Love,
I hope you enjoy me always.

Forever my heart
Shall remain your eternal present.

Happy Holidays!