A Kiss Under the Mistletoe
I met the woman of my dreams -
The girl I’d love to date -
But feeling shy, I looked away
(I thought she’d like my mate).
She waved a sprig of mistletoe,
I blushed and stood beneath,
My pulse was racing till I saw
She’d just removed her teeth.
4th December for Rhonda’s A Kiss under the Mistletoe contest
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2013
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