Tantriqu
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Le sigh! Me, too! This is what I asked Santa for last year: A thread asked about our own Christmas lists: under my tree, I want a poem, and a sub, [which would be the same thing], and a balance-ball chair. Here's my poem from last year: sung in a Marilyn Monroe 'Happy Birthday, Mr. President' voice: Santa baby, slip a subbie under the tree for Me; I've been an awfully good Domme. Santa baby, I want to hurry up his chimney tonight. Santa baby, a straight sub, non-convertible, too, eyes blue. I'll stay Up for him, dear Santa baby, please help Me hurry up his chimney tonight. Think of all the fun We've missed! Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed :-( Next year I could be more than good, If you'd check off my Christmas list. Boo doop bee doop, Santa honey, I wanna peg and really it's not that big... I've been an Angel all year! Santa baby, help Me hurry up his chimney tonight. Santa cutie, there's one thing I really do need, The deed to an Astroglide mine. Santa cutie, help Me hurry up his chimney tonight. Santa baby, I'm filling his stocking with blindfolds and cuffs, and crops, Sign your 'X' on the line. Santa baby, help Me hurry up his chimney tonight I want to trim his Christmas face With some collar 'decorations' bought at Leather and Lace. I really do believe in you; Let's see if you believe in Me! Boo doop bee doop, Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing: a cockring (I don't mean a phone). Santa baby, help Me hurry up My subbie tonight, Hurry up his chimney tonight, Hurry up My subbie tonight.
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"Then I did the simplest thing in the world. I leaned down... and kissed him. And the world cracked open." - Agnes de Mille
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