Wrapped
With thought,
One present ...
Meant just for me,
And arranged lovingly under the tree.
So pretty, tied bright with ribbons and bows ...
It's all I want
This wintry
Christmas -
You.
You,
Alone ...
Velvet skin,
Bow lips, teasing ...
Ribbons of silken tresses decorate ...
Oh, what wondrous magic must lay inside!
Yet sweeter, still,
To open
Very ...
Slow.
Yet,
Question -
Where to start?
Ah, choice, divine!
Yes, the trimmings are exquisite, indeed...
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