Tis’ the season

Another year is passing and I’ll spend the dark longer nights alone again. Oh, to have just one night with you… in a cabin, somewhere on the beach, our white cotton sheets, rubbing you all around not skipping a beat. I make certain to massage all your deep crevices and curves. You lie on your stomach completely naked. I take my time, navigating every inch of you. Kiss, lick and tickle your skin with my tongue and lips. Flip you upon your back and stare heavily into your eyes. Straddle your wholeness and devour your being. Your scent, your taste is my favorite flavor. Every position I hold you tight. I won’t let go throughout the night. You collapse in my arms nuzzled in my pits. This is all I want for Christmas. You are it.