A Kiss Under the Mistletoe
The boss had too much egg nog
at the office party. Oh,
She set her goal to snog
me beneath the mistletoe!
With lecherous intentions
she stalks me ‘cross the floor
until she finally pins me
against the bathroom door!
Her boozy breath assails me.
I very nearly swoon!
Her scarlet nails impale me.
I realize I’m doomed!
The darting of her tongue
leaves me in a daze.
Her kiss, so thick with rum,
I better get a raise!
11/23/2013
Copyright © Gary Watkins | Year Posted 2013
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