Mistletoe Poem by Edwin Hopper

Almost Christmas and heathen mistletoe
watches me pull my stomach in below.

You stick your boobs out and give me a smile.
Is this a safe friendship, or wanton guile?

It's just a hug, and a peck on the cheek.
I'm not coming on to you like some freak.

I praise your beauty. I don't cheat my wife.
Kissing is fun. It doesn't lead to strife.

Not making babies. Just using tongues.
Holding your boobs. Lip on lip. Bursting lungs.

I grab your bottom. Hips grind against mine.
God I can feel it. Us both on cloud nine.

No. We're not past it. Our passions not dead.
We need to meet up. Must get a warm bed.

OH NO. That call. She's sounding so perky.
Yes it's my wife. Wants help with the turkey.

If she finds us! If she tells your husband!
Button my shirt. Help. This wasn't planned.

But oh. That was great. Must try not to grin.
Calm down. I'll help you, and tuck your blouse in.

No. I'm not sorry. We mustn't again.
Well, maybe, next Christmas. Lets pray. Amen.