A Woman's Touch
Dear Santa, I need a woman's touch in my life. I need her touch in my heart, deep down in the dark dark corners, where the light never seems to shine. I need to feel her soul intertwined with mine, as we carelessly frolic in the fountain of life. I need to know her love for me, deep and true and everlasting, as mine for her. I need her warmth on these cold, cold night, as I shiver all alone. I need her lips to come to mine, burning together, as in passion they part and our tonges, they meet. In my bed, I need her curves, so that I might explore her places made for man and become one with her. Yes Santa, that's what I need, these things and nothing more. And if you bring me this wonderous gift, how happy I will be. I will care for her with all my heart, and treat her as my Queen forevermore. Thanks Santa, Ricky PS. cookies and milk on the kitchen table. Written December 18th, 2001 © on Dec 18 2001 01:33 AM PST 0 • 12
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