Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree
for me
Been an awful good girl
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight
Think of all the fun I've missed
The celebrations
And vacations
Oh so full of bliss
Think of all the fellas
That I haven't kissed
Just gave an embrace
Avoided the face
Next year I could be
Just as good
As pure
As wrapped in my hood
If you check off
My Christmas list
Now I don't want much
Just your magic touch
Santa Baby,
Just hurry down the chimney tonight
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A Dark Rose Blooms (poetry)
PoezieA piece of me. A place to open all my wounds and share my joy. All the poetry here is personal to me. Writing is an escape for me, and only through writing can I put my thoughts and emotions out into the world honestly. Each piece is dated, the day...
