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The Night I Met Santa's Reindeer

Sit with me by the fireplace…
I have a story to tell….
Of when I met all of Santa’s reindeer,
And I got to know them well.
Dasher was the social one,
The fastest of the herd.
He loved to party, all day and night.
That’s his statement, word for word.
Dancer had great dance moves,
And loved a celebration.
But what made him stand out, you ask?
His amazing hand-eye-foot coordination.
Prancer loved to bake,
You’d never see him with a frown,
And his favorite Christmas song?
“Santa Claus Is Comin’ to Town”
Vixen was gifted at magic tricks,
And loved being the center of attention,
But he often ran late….
A flaw, he forgot to mention.
Comet was laid back,
And incredibly smart….
Always willing to lend a helping hand.
This reindeer has a big heart!
Cupid was so precious…
Didn’t like when her friends were sad,
She would sing “Joy to The World” several times,
Just to make the others mad!
Donner loved to sing,
He had an amazing voice.
For him to have all the ladies’ screaming….
“Santa Baby” was his choice.
Blitzen enjoyed Christmas movies,
In his spare time,
And you could catch him on stage with Donner,
As the two sang joyous rhymes.
And then, there’s Rudolph….
Well, you already know about him.
He was the one with the red nose,
And if you ever saw it….
Even you would say it glows.
So that’s my story of how I met them all,
Such a loving and humble bunch.
Oh, no! Good grief, I must go now!
They promised to take me to lunch!

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Chocolate Wet Dreams

There you go...
All succulent and thick up...
That walk you have...
That addictive jiggle...
It drives me CRAZY!!
Your eyes...
They have such magical hypnotism...
Your lips...
Oh my goodness... can I...
Can I taste them?

Come here baby...
Sit me down on the bed...
Grab the chocolate syrup..
And the whip...
And the handcuffs...
Now watch me turn into your sex slave..
As you whisper "pour it on me now."
I'm pouring the chocolate on your thighs...
HANDCUFFED!!!!

Cause I'm nasty like that...
Warm delicious chocolate...
Dripping between your thighs...
Your moan is music to my ears
As I begin to lick lick lick...
My tongue is deep inside you..
Slurping up every bit of chocolate..
Your moan gets louder as you whip my back,
saying "Ooooh eat it you nasty motherf*****"
Whipping my back harder,
I slurp it up faster until...

Your moan becomes a scream,
and now my face is soaked..
The taste of you on my lips..
You then uncuff me,
And now I enter from the back...
Hearing you gasp loud saying...
"Oh my gosh I feel you.."
Pound after pound after pound..
Smacking it and watching it jiggle
As I get the job done...

Time flies...
Doggy style...
Missionary...
Sideways...
Finally i release all over you...
And as I fall towards the bed,
You kiss my lips and whisper those words...
The words I love hearing..
"Good boy."

Mmmmm... I'm yours!!!

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Unloosening the Chain of Anger

Have you ever done something bad,
That really hurt someone you love,
Or has someone ever done something bad,
That really hurt you,
And no matter how much you or they apologize,
The pain just doesn’t seem to go anywhere?
Do you find yourself holding on,
To a pain that in your heart, is inexcusable?
And even though the offender has promised,
To make things better and prove their worth,
You know deep down,
You’re not over the pain that was caused?
Think of it this way.
If you are still holding onto anger, bitterness, resentment,
Any kind of negativity….
You’re NOT showing that you want to heal,
You’re showing that the person who did harm unto you….
Has CONTROL over your emotions….
You’re showing that you would rather live in the past,
Than in the present….
You’re showing that by holding onto anger and hatred….
You are hurting someone, and it’s NOT the offender….
It’s YOURSELF!
And every time you have a talk,
Bringing up the pain that has settled in your heart,
You’re not hurting anyone but yourself.
The longer you walk around with it in your heart,
The more you’re hurting yourself.
The more you speak of the anger, the bitterness, the resentment….
The more you’re hurting yourself.
Ask yourself this….
What if GOD held anger in His heart,
For the things we have done wrong?
What if He spoke about how angry He is?
What if He spoke about how even though He forgave us….
He would STILL throw our wrongdoings in our faces daily?
What we, as children of God, have to remember….
Is that He takes ALL, not some, ALL of our iniquities,
All of our wrongdoings, all of our mistakes, ALL of our dirty deeds,
Places them under His holy foot, and casts them into the sea of forgetfulness!
It’s in His word, that He WILL forgive us our trespasses….
So, if God can take our wrongdoings, forgive us, and toss them away,
WHY CAN’T WE DO THE SAME?
We can’t call ourselves loving the Lord, but hold onto anger.
You can’t be an angry Christian.
You can’t be holy, and be filled with hatred.
If God can forgive us, and not throw what we’ve done in our faces,
Then we should be able to do the same for one another….

“He will turn again, He will have compassion upon us; He will subdue our iniquities; and thou wilt cast all their sins into the depths of the sea.” (Micah 7: 19)

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Wasted

Stumbling all over the sidewalk....
Eyes completely glazed. 
It was something that had to be done,
It was one of those kind of days.
So after work, I went to the store,
With only one thing in mind....
To take the edge off of my soul,
To leave this day far behind.
I took my first shot, and started to feel great.
I took my second shot, and began to celebrate.
Third shot, fourth shot, fifth shot....
I kept on going.... it felt so good.
Plans to stop? I think not.
I began to smile and laugh at the inebriating pleasure,
Of knowing I could end the day, happier beyond measure.
I walked down the road, dazed and out of it....
When I got the phone call.
I answered with a slurred speech, "hello!"
"Let's go buy things from the mall!!!"
"Let's ride down the street with the music up loud,"
"I feel so good right now, as if I'm on a drunken cloud."
Little did I know, upon reaching my destination,
I fell down to the front porch, drowned in inebriation. 
I was too gone....
I was way too gone....
I crept up the stairs into my room,
Not making one single peep.
Tripped over my daughter's toys and passed out....
I fell fast asleep.

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Yes Ma'Am

Close the door....
...and turn the lights off.
Touch my neck....
and listen....
....to the sound of me gasping....
As you gently rub my head...
Watch my eyes roll back...
I'm now in a state of submission.

You whisper in my ear,
"Now do as you're told."
My response is calm but exciting
"Yes ma'am."
I use my tongue to find the spot,
and enjoy the sweet sounds....
of you moaning.
The taste of you is so addictive to me....
"YES!!! YESSSS!!! You're MINE. SAY IT!!!"

I continue to enjoy the sweetness,
and respond "I'm yours."
Now you're even more hotter than ever.
Pleasing you is my joy....
I continue until you start to shake....
Finally you scream...
Wrapping those luscious thighs around me....
Grab that whip and those blindfolds...
Placing them over my eyes....
Force me back between your legs...
"Do it AGAIN NOW!!!"

"Yes ma'am... I will do ONLY as you ask."

Time passes...
you reach your climax...
It's all in my beard...
dripping wet....
I then look you in the eye...
and ask to taste it.
You whip me and say....
"Clean me up, my submissive pet...."
I then smile and again reply....

"Yes ma'am."

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You'Re Just a Critic

Did you know....
about the look in my eyes?
The ongoing fatigue....
The fact that I sleep more....
the fact that I distance myself....
away from you?

Don't you see,
what you've done to me?
You've taken a loving man,
and you've destroyed his self-esteem....
You've been on him so much,
until now he's become numb to your words.

From sun up to sun down,
it's nothing but words of harm,
it's always about what you want,
you're expectations,
and how you want me to be....
you want me to be like you.

You've been torn apart by your past,
so much to the point where all you know,
is to charge at me....
making me feel less of a man.
Well....
your days of devaluing me are coming to an end....
you're mad because I refuse to bend....
or break....

You're nothing but a critic,
the biggest one I've ever known,
I'm fed up with your constant criticizing,
so please just leave me alone....
my world is all messed up,
I can't think straight half the time,
because I am constantly in your crosshairs....
and it isn't fair....
I've always been there,
to love and support....

You were my everything,
then you started to pick at me....
and now I want nothing more to do,
than remove myself....
away from you....
You are nothing but a critic....
picking and picking at me....
it's so sickening....
it's angering....
it's making my stomach turn....

So I will take our memories 
and watch them all burn....
I'll leave you right where you are....
I can't go on like this....
I refuse to be devalued....
By a critic....
You're just a critic....

Picking at me,
making me feel bad....
always on my back,
and you wonder why I get so mad....
You're just a critic....

You're just a critic....

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You'Ll Never Know the Truth

I could spend all of my days…
Showing you ways….
Of just how I feel.
But you’d be so wrapped up in life,
Enduring its strife…
And missing what’s real.
I wish you would just take a second and see….
The love pouring from this heart within me.
You’ll never know the truth….
Of just how much I do….
How much I truly do love you.
I rub your feet every night,
Hold you oh so tight,
Keeping your heart warm.
I give you all of my love,
Sent only from above…
Built to survive any storm.
Still, I wish you’d just look and see,
This love pouring from inside of me.
You’ll never know the truth….
Of just how much I do….
How much I truly do love you.
Someday, you could lose this love of mine….
And I hope you realize….
You have something special here….
Can’t you see it in my eyes?
You’ll never, ever know the truth….
The truth of how much….
Of just how much I really do love you.

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Mi Dulce Amor

Mi dulce amor….
There’s nothing more I can say,
I love you in each and every way…
You’re on my mind, both night and day….
Mi dulce amor….
Kisses sweeter than honey,
Your love is more valuable than money,
I love when you crack jokes, they’re oh so funny….
Mi dulce amor….
I’ll travel this world with you,
I’ll live and breathe for you,
I’ll be there for you,
I’ll show that I care for you,
I’ll continually prove that I love you,
And will place no one above you.
Mi dulce amor….
The sun shall rise,
And while I look into your eyes,
It is no surprise,
With you is where my heart lies…
I cherish your smile,
I never want to make you cry again….
I only want to be that man you prayed for….
I want to be the best thing in your life….
I want to be the one you adore….
I want you to be my one and only….
Mi dulce amor.

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First Day of School

My first day of school,
I was nervous, and I was scared.
I was totally unprepared….
For what would come my way,
And I must say….
I didn’t like the school bus ride,
I ran to the back to hide,
Trying to cover the unexplainable fear,
That was lurking inside.
Normally, I was the cheerful child,
I’d love to sing and dance,
But I couldn’t, because I grew so afraid,
I ended up peeing my pants.
The children all laughed at me,
Pointed at me, and called me names.
I sat in the classroom by myself,
No invite to play any games.
My desk looked so lame….
So, lunch time rolled around,
The cafeteria smelled old and bad,
And the food made me very ill.
WORST sandwich and chips I’ve ever had!
Recess time wasn’t any better,
Students laughed as they were passing letters,
Back and forth to each other.
And all I could think about was…
How fast can I run home to my mother?
I was the laughing stock of the class that day.
It was in the daily scoop…
That upon running to get in line with the others,
I ran into dog poop!
The bully laughed and called me names,
My eyes grew full of tears,
All I could hear was “stinky shoes,”
I cried and covered my ears….
“It was terrible, mommy….
I’ve never known children to be so cruel.”
This was my response when she asked,
“How was your first day of school?”

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Frozen

Frozen....

Deep in thought,
cringing at the idea of fighting....
laying motionless....
on the ground,
placing the blanket of impropriety over you.
With no words to say,
and no feelings to be felt....
you lay there, with a lost look in your eyes....

Your every word makes no sense to anyone,
but in your mind,
you, yourself, make no sense to anyone.
Your bones scrape against each other,
blood running warm one second,
and cold the next....
your thoughts remain frozen.
You cry tears....
drown yourself in them,
only to turn around and ask....
"what am I crying for?"

You freeze when spoken to,
you shut down....
you tune out the world,
you ignore the positive,
and consume the negative,
like some strong alcoholic drink at a bar....
you think you'll go far,
but you know this life is hard....
this walk....
is hard....
so you remain frozen.

Shut the door on those around you,
writing people off....
expecting them to still be there,
when you wise up and realize,
I am not what I think I am....
I am not a hero,
I am not a warrior,
I am nothing more....
than a waste of space....
a waste of time....
a waste of energy.

You could turn it all around,
get your feet back on the ground,
but you refuse to make a sound....
you're frozen....
stiff in silence....
looking around you,
wondering why death itself hasn't found you.
Wondering why promises are so hard....
for you to keep....
laying there late at night....
wondering why you can't sleep....

Laying there motionless....
asking yourself....
"Will it ever get better for me...."
"Or am I doomed to spend the rest of my life this way?"

Frozen.