Patricia Gale

All I want for Christmas (a bit naughty)

All I want for Christmas is to treat you as my wonderland
My finger tips to skate lightly across your chest
Hearing the music of a softly fine tuned band
I need you to be my holiday quest

I want to taste your sweet sugary lips
Feeling a hard candy Christmas all night
Before you practice my X mas eve scripts
Seeing your eyes grow bright

I want you wrapped in just a big red bow
Laying beside me when my eyes awaken on Christmas Morn
I need you to know
I will be careful … no package torn

The day filled with surprises, oows, and ahs
Taking you near heavens gates
I want the bells to ring for my holiday cause
Your dreams flying across all the states

Feasting at your holiday table
Needing to push back from fulfillment
Complete utter gluttony till I am no longer able….......
Totally content

What a Christmas it would be
To treat you as my own wonderland
For only you and I to believe
Oh wouldn’t it be grand!

Submitted: Thursday, November 29, 2007
Edited: Wednesday, April 27, 2011

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  • Ted M (8/26/2009 9:58:00 AM)

    A question. Did you get your present?
    Smart write, Interesting, witty, entertaining..............10 (Report) Reply

  • Karin Anderson (sorry can't vote or comment) . (11/12/2008 5:17:00 AM)

    This is so appropriate with Christmas looming. It is naughty and it is nice. It is also a very different one about Christmas. This is the first time I have looked at your work as I am a new poet to this site, but I can see I will have a beautiful time reading your poems.
    Regards Karin Anderson (Report) Reply

  • Original Unknown Girl (2/15/2008 11:17:00 AM)

    Patricia, I don't know why but I've not seen any postings of yours in a while. Thought I would come back for a look-see. I was not disappointed! This is wonderful and even if it is the slightest bit naughty it's done in impeccable taste. Classy tribute to your heart's desire. Love it, Christmas or otherwise! Helen aka HG now UG! ! : -) xx (Report) Reply

  • Bob Blackwell (12/7/2007 12:56:00 PM)

    Hope yor wish comes true, sure would be the best kind of Christmas present. Patricia your a star, keep writing poems like this. Yes you are a hopeless romantic, but so am I. Love Bob. (Report) Reply

  • Elizabeth James (12/1/2007 9:43:00 PM)

    If Santa comes to your house I can only bet he'll skip the cookies and milk and look for some lovin with you. Great write. Thanks for sharing
    Beth (Report) Reply

  • Theodora Onken (11/30/2007 12:47:00 AM)

    Oh my goodness, Patricia, this is a very erotic write, but you know, its good and you have done a darn great job!
    Top marks...something a little different from you!
    Best wishes,
    Theo (Report) Reply

  • Thad Wilk (11/29/2007 10:02:00 PM)

    Patricia! Are you sure Santa knows thats all you want for Christmas? *10*! !
    Thad (Report) Reply

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