My First and Forever Date
Sitting on the soft crimson velvet.
Feeling his strong thick thighs.
Whispering my inner most desires.
Golly, for a little girl, it set my heart afire.
How would he fit in our fireplace?
Where will the reindeer wait?
All I knew I was totally trusting,
Santa Claus.
My gift bearing, bearded first date!
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Furst experience with Santa Claus. Interesting....10×.
Hi Kinsley. I was being silly! But it is true, Santa was my first love......like a good man, I felt loved and protected by him. Never have to cook for Santa or wash his clothes either.