• The winds a blowin
    the fireplace cracklin with life
    hot coco
    mm so warm to the touch
    the comforting smell of lust
    like how you feel when you see her talking to him
    her smile and laugh ringing in your mind
    smells of snow blow through the crack in the window
    shivers go down your spine
    the image of her kissing him underneath the mistletoe
    the coco is not working neither is the crackling fire
    you need to feel his touch to warm your heart
    his touch is your desire.
    Santa bring him close to me and let me smell his minty breath
    as we stand so close
    under the mistletoe
    its my chance to win him back
    i feel minty cool ice on my neck the one person that could have ruined it all
    just happend to be there.
    This moment to important in my life
    to hand over to that girl
    reach up now before you wake up...
    The breeze cold as ice flew down your spine as you role over in bed
    the window still open from the night before ruined you dreams,
    your desire.
    Oh Santa i was a good girl this year
    isnt that worth one special gift
    im not asking for much
    just a lil touch
    from my best friend
    and my love
    the only man,
    i lust.