The (Chaste) Night Before Christmas - A Poem

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The (Chaste) Night Before Christmas - A Poem

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Though I posted this to my private blog, I had to post it here too.

With apologies to Major Henry Livingston, Jr. (or Clement Clarke Moore) and his poem A Visit from St Nicholas (1823)

'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the town,
Not a chaste hub was stirring, not even her own.
Steel stocking not hung round his manhood with care,
In hopes that his belovéd would soon be there.

His package was nestled all snug in its bed,
While visions of orgasms danced in his head;
Neither she in her 'kerchief nor I in my cap,
There would not be any sort of long winter's nap.

When under the blanket there arose such a clatter,
My goods sprang up in bed to see what was the matter.
In a tent the blanket flew like a flash,
Tore open my conscious, caused a sexual smash.

The moon on the breast of my lust-laden spouse
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a minute little hand and five fingers quite dear.

On a young woman so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment what I had to lick.
More rapid than vibrators her fingers they came,
And she whispered, and flexed them and called them by name.

"Now, Thumb! now Index! now Middle and Ring!
On Pinky! on Palm! On Wrist with his Thing!
To the top of arousal, make sure of no fall!
Now dash away, dash away, dash away all!"

As the tumbleweeds 'fore the Plains winds fly,
When they meet with an obstacle mount to the sky.
So on toward his release her fingers flew,
With a handful of fingers, yet no orgasm too.

And then, in a twinkling, I felt with amaze,
The prancing and pawing of each finger's graze
As she drew in her hand, and was turning around,
She squealed in delight as her own O was ablaze.

She was dressed not at all, from her head to her foot,
Her clothes all akimbo on the floor they were put,
A bundle of "toys" she had flung from her sack,
And arranged on display like a sex-shop sales rack.

Her eyes—how they twinkled! her dimples how merry!
Her cheeks were like roses, my nose in her cherry!
My droll little mouth was drawn up 'twixt her legs,
But her "beard" was not snow and I'd suck up the dregs.

The stump of a vibe I held tight in my teeth,
The smoke it encircled my head like a wreath,
She had a smiling face and a wonderful belly,
That shook when she came like an earthquake in Delhi.

She came hard when she did, a sexy maid elf,
And I laughed when I saw her, in spite of myself;
A wink of her eye and a twist of her head,
Soon gave me to know, my orgasm she'd dread;

She spoke not a word, but went straight to her work,
Filled all of her holes, and then moaned with a jerk,
And laying her finger inside of her rose,
And giving an nod, up her orgasm flew;

She sprang from the bed, to me gave a whistle,
And away she then flew, I was left with my "missile."
But I heard her exclaim, "Not for you, no orgasm in sight,"
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
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Re: The (Chaste) Night Before Christmas - A Poem

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Enjoyed. :D
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