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In that cold darkness
   There danced such a vision.
      It didn't take me long
         To make a decision.

Her stockings I'd inch down
   Her ankles with care.
      With a sleigh full of toys,
         St. Nicholas had been there.

He surely had granted
   My fondest of wishes.
      I was beholding a goddess
         While she clattered my dishes.

"I'll stoop down to her ankle,
   As I merrily whistle,
      And work my way up
         Like the down of a thistle.

"As she bends at the sink-top,
   In a twinkling haste,
      I'll clasp my strong arms
         Around her gloriously robed waist.

"Eyes of green emerald,
   Skin soft and white,
      Oh what did I do
         To deserve such delight?"

As I drew in my hand,
   As she was turning around,
      The clattering pie plates
         Ceased making their sound.

But a glint in her eye
   And a tilt of her head
      Soon gave me to know
         I had nothing to dread.

This life-giving goddess
   Would soon warm my cold bed
      And give me to know
         That I wasn't yet dead.

We spoke not a word,
   But went straight to our work
      Of giving warmth to the coldness
         And bringing light to the murk.

She then turned to face me,
   Our arms intertwined,
      And as our hair intermingled,
         Her lips then met mine.

Our flesh then erupted
   With volcanic desire.
      The warmth from her body
         Ignited my fire.

The blazing inferno
   Burned through her as well.
      I felt her sweet passion
         Grasp tighter than hell.

I could bear it no longer,
   And neither could she.
      I then quickly pondered
         What my next move would be.

"Since I do not like football,
   And she's not into rap,
      I'll suggest that we settle
         For a long winter's nap."

She must have been psychic
   For before it was said,
      We started our trek
         To the bedroom (she led).

More rapid than eagles,
   To the bedroom we came,
      With I in my Levis
         Still looking the same,

But as we swift coursers
   Crashed through heaven's door,
      A funny thing happened
         To the white robe that she wore:

It must have been magic,
   For right there in my face,
      A black satin nightgown
         Had taken its place.

At my bedside I tarried
   To light a small candle
      To more clearly discern
         What delights I might handle.

In the warm flickering glowing
   Of the candle's dim light,
      I could see her more clearly
         Than in moonlight I might.

The sweet scene that befell me
   In this chamber of love
      Could only have fallen
         From high heaven above!

Words cannot possibly
   Even begin to describe
      Beauty incarnate
         And perfection alive!

What once had been only
   The vaguest of dreams,
      Sad Longing's most hopeless
         And hapless of schemes,

What once had been shrouded
   And buried in mist
      Was fleshed out before me
         Alive to be kissed.

Like Pygmalion's statue:
   An ideal come to life!
      No earthly pretenders
         To a heavenly wife.

As her white robe had once beamed
   With the August sun's light,
      For a gown she was wearing
         The warm summer's night.

Like a willow's drooped branches
   Amid night's starlit charms,
      Her dark, lovely tresses
         Draped down on bare arms.

The bare tops of her breasts
   That her gown had not covered
      Were like ivory half-moons
         That had risen and hovered.

Her eyes shined and sparkled
   Like twin evening stars,
      And on her black gown for sequins
         Hung Jupiter and Mars.

This vision from heaven
   Brought tears to my eyes.
      My heaven-sent goddess
         Was dressed in night skies!

More wondrously stunning
   Than I ever saw.
      I knelt down at her feet
         In mute reverence and awe.

"I'll kneel down at her ankles
   And slip her out of the stockings
      As desire gathers around me
         Like birds that are flocking.

"I'll inch down her stockings
   Off her ankles with care
      And invite her to bed
         Once her feet are both bare."

When that I accomplished,
   I got in bed once again.
      I asked her to join me,
         And she jumped right on in.

Like children we nestled
   All snug in our bed
      While visions of sugar-plums
         Danced in my head.

Her stockings were off,
   And her ankles were bare,
      So I said to myself,
         "I think I'll start there.

"I'll start with her ankle,
   Moving ever so slightly,
      And work my way up
         To the hem of her nighty.

"I'll start with her ankle,
   Move up to her knee,
      And work my way up
         Till her thighs are both free.

"And coursing up ever farther,
   In a twinkling haste,
      I'll clasp hot raring hands
         Around her warm silky waist."

With brisk fingers like reindeer
   And swift hands like a sleigh,
      With my bundle of toys
         I did merrily play,

When what to my wandering
   Hands should appear,
      But miniature panties
         (Felt by eight tiny reindeer).

Under her nighty,
   All tiny and teeny,
      I could feel the faint outline
         Of a miniature bikini.

"Sweet eyes of green emerald,
   Satin skin, soft and white,
      Oh what did I do
         To deserve such a night?

"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer!
   Now, Prancer and Vixen!
      On, Comet! on, Cupid!
         On, Donner and Blitzen!

"To the top of her panties!
   To the top of that wall!
      Now, dash away, dash away,
         Dash away all!"

My Levis were bursting
   At all of their seams.
      She was the fulfillment
         Of my wildest of dreams.

All over the bedroom
   On the carpet below,
      Our items of clothing
         Kept falling like snow:

The castaway raiment
   Of two depraved strippers,
      Unhung Christmas stockings
         From which I had slipped her.

In the midst of my kisses
   I could hear a faint groan
      So I listened intently
         To the sound of her moan:

"There's no place, no place,
   No place I ever saw,
      No place on this earth
         Like Arkansas.

"No place, no place,
   No place that I've been!
      Compared to Olympus,
         Arkansas wins."

"But why on this earth
   Would she want to come here?
      Could it be that she loves me?
         I'll whisper this in her ear:

"If you were a nut
   (I'm a terrible sinner),
      Then I'd be the squirrel
         That would crack you for dinner.

"If I were your bread,
   It would be no surprise
      That you'd be the yeast
         That would make my dough rise.

"If I were a bee
   And you were a flower,
      I'd be craving your nectar
         Every waking hour.

"Let's wash all those dishes,
   And when we are finished,
      Let's hop in the shower
         With libidos undiminished.

"If I had your psychic
   And magical powers,
      Then I'd be the water
         That runs in your shower.

"If I could be present
   When you draw your bath water,
      Could you please cast a spell
         And change me into an otter?

"If I were a towel,
   I'd be awaiting the hour
      When Psyche once more
         Steps out of the shower.

"And when we're done in the bathroom,
   When we're finally through,
      It's His and Hers night shirts,
         One for me, one for you.

"The idea of a back rub
   Sounds super to me.
      If you get under my shirt,
         I'll rub yours for free.

"If you were a kitten
   (I am so mean),
      Then I'd be the cat
         That would lick your fur clean.

"If you were my kitten,
   I would lick clean your fur
      And contentedly listen
         To the sound of your purr.

"If she then gets too noisy,
   I know what I'll do:
      I'll just shut her up
         With a lip-lock or two.

"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer!
   Now, Prancer and Vixen!
      On, Comet! on, Cupid!
         On, Donner and Blitzen!

"Clothes strewn on the floor
   To the top of the wall!
      Now, dash away, dash away,
         Dash away all!"

I had an idea,
   And was it a scream!
      I'd lather her neck
         With all-natural whipped cream.

No need to add sugar,
   For she was naturally sweet.
      Just the mere thought
         Made my heart skip a beat.

While out in the kitchen
   (I made a reverse trek),
      I whipped up enough
         For her shoulders and neck.

"I think I'll make extra,
   For I might just need more.
      I've never licked cream
         Off a goddess before."

When I reentered the bedroom,
   What a radiant sight
      Awaited me there
         In the subdued window light!

The light on her bare breasts
   From the new-fallen snow
      Gave the luster of midday
         To those objects I'd know.

Now all that she wore
   As she lay on my bed
      Was a pair of silk panties
         (Must have been green and red).

With her head on my pillow
   And her soft hands on my sheets,
      I crept in beside her
         As my heart drummed fierce beats.

Wearing nothing but panties
   And long ringlets of hair,
      Overlain with chilled currents
         Of sheer see-through air,

In the red dying ember
   Of the candle's last light,
      She was wearing perfection
         As she once wore the night.

"Eyes of greenest emerald,
   Silken skin, all pearl white,
      If my heart beats much faster,
         It might just take flight."

My jeans grew much tighter
   (I was wearing no shirt),
      So much tighter, in fact,
         That they started to hurt.

But as if she were psychic,
   To my shocked disbelief,
      She passed me a pair
         Of tiger-striped briefs.

"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer!
   Now, Prancer and Vixen!
      On, Comet! on, Cupid!
         On, Donner and Blitzen!

"To break loose from these Levis,
   Out of bed I must crawl.
      Now, dash away, dash away,
         Dash away all!"

My heart did beat faster.
   In my chest I could hear
      The prancing and pawing
         Of eight tiny reindeer.

I unbuttoned my Levis,
   Pulled them down off my waist,
      And transformed into a tiger
         With the swiftest of haste.

I leapt there beside her,
   Pawed my whipped cream,
      And licked it from off her
         For hours, it seemed.

Her neck was inviting,
   Her shoulders lay bare,
      So I said to myself,
         "Why not start there?

"I'll start with her shoulders,
   Move down to her chest,
      And work my way lower,
         All the way to her breasts.

"As she lies there beside me,
   I'll have just a taste:
      I'll press my starved lips
         To her glorious bare waist.

"And moving back upward,
   At her breasts I will stop,
      Before returning once more
         To sweet lips at the top."

With breast to breast,
   With thigh to thigh,
      With tiger stripes to red satin,
         I thought I might die.

My kisses rained down
   On her neck and her shoulders.
      She held me much tighter.
         My fingers grew bolder:

All around and over
   And under her teeny
      Victoria's Secret
         Now soaking-wet bikini.

Like leaves of autumn
   And snowflakes in winter,
      My kisses kept falling.
         To heaven I sent her.

Like raindrops of summer
   And dewdrops of spring
      Splashing upon her!
         What paradise she'd bring!

"The temperature's rising.
   Can it possibly be
      The end of December
         And a hundred and three?"

The window got foggy,
   The sheets felt damn wet,
      Our bellies got slippery,
         It must have been sweat.

With slippery slick sweat
   All covering her belly,
      I kept rolling right off her
         Like a bowlful of jelly.

With thighs spreading wider
   She was hotter than hell.
      Something upon me
         Had managed to swell.

I could bear it no longer.
   "I must have relief!"
      I rose up to pull down
         My tiger-striped briefs.

When that I accomplished
   (My task half complete),
      I slipped her silk panties
         From off of her feet.

I then went inside her
   (She guided me in).
      To me it did seem
         That to heaven I'd been!

"Closest eyes of greenest emerald,
   Silky smooth and so tight.
      I could live a thousand lifetimes
         And never know such delight!"

Our bodies intermingled.
   Our souls intertwined.
      I could scarcely believe it.
         The goddess was mine!

I kissed her lips gently
   As I moved out and in,
      She matched every motion
         And lit up with a grin.

In the midst of my kisses
   I could hear a loud groan,
      So I listened intently
         To the sound of her moan:

"There's no place, no place,
   No place I ever saw,
      No place on this planet
         Like Arkansas.

"No place, no place,
   No place I've ever been!
      Compared to Jove on Olympus,
         Arkansas wins."

That finally did it!
   When Santa Claus came,
      I tore open and shuddered
         And cried out her name:

The most beautiful name
   That I've ever heard,
      The name of a goddess!
         Believe every word!

"From faraway Olympus
   To right here in Arkansas,
      I'm lying here helpless
         And speechless in awe."

We talked as I held her
   For what seemed like long hours
      As her breasts pressed upon me
         Like twin ivory towers.

"From the depths of her body
   To the depths of her soul!
      On, Dasher! On, Dancer!
         On, Prancer! Let's roll!"

She told me she'd come here
   On her own sweet volition.
      Not brought by St. Nick,
         She was here on a mission:

For thousands of years, now,
   Her joys had been few.
      An ageless, fair goddess
         Can get lonely too.

"But how in this world
   Did you find me, pray tell?"
      "Oh silly boy, can't you guess?
         I have Internet as well."

"No older than twenty,
   This sweet girl appears,
      Possessing the wisdom
         Of ten thousands of years."

All the rest of that night
   We made funny faces
      As our hair intermingled
         In all the right places,

While there on the floor,
   Like two autumn leafs,
      Lay green and red panties
         And tiger-striped briefs.

As I lay there all lifeless
   And limp in her arms,
      Exhausted and worn out
         From all of her charms,

I got this idea
   That we just had to try:
      "I must have a piece
         Of her sugar-plum pie."

So I pleadingly whispered
   To my all-pleasing goddess,
      "Before, I was horny,
         But now I'm hungry, I promise.

"Could you arise from our bed
   And join me out in our kitchen?
      We'll bake us a pie
         To put an end to my bitchin."

So I leapt up and raked up
   From off of the floor
      My tiger-striped briefs
         And pulled them on me once more.

I tossed her her panties,
   And then in a flurry
      She slipped them back on
         (I told her to hurry).

Back out to the kitchen
   We flew like a flash,
      Opened my pantry,
         And raided my stash:

Whole wheat flour (no sugar)
   And cherries and fixings.
      I tossed her a bowl
         And she started her mixing.

In white dazzling radiance
   Like the snow in noon's light,
      I could now see her clearly
         For the first time that night.

The light now embraced her
   As I had once done,
      In dazed adoration,
         As a kiss from the sun.

It caressed her all over,
   From her hips to her breasts,
      And acknowledged perfection
         As she passed its strict test.

Those green and red panties
   Were all that she wore.
      Was I hungry or horny?
         "I'm not sure anymore!"

Wearing nothing myself
   But tiger-striped briefs,
      I crept up behind her
         (Seeking relief).

As she arched at the stove-top
   By the paper towel rack,
      Her long curling tresses
         Spilled down her bare back.

They streamed down her skin
   Like a meandering river,
      Changing its course
         At her tiniest quiver.

Like a river of life
   Jetting forth from her head,
      Letting me know once again
         That I wasn't yet dead.

I pressed up against her,
   My chest to her back.
      With my hands on her shoulders,
         I planned my attack.

Her hair softly tickled
   The backs of my hands
      While my palms and my fingers
         Were exploring new lands.

I inched my hands lower
   And embraced her bare waist.
      My fingers were searching.
         Her paradise they chased!

Lower they ventured,
   And still even lower.
      "Not long," I then thought,
         "Till I will biblically know her."

Under her panties
   And into her soft fur,
      I nestled four reindeer
         (She let out a loud purr).

They pranced and they pawed
   In her most holy of places!
      And with Old Donner inside her
         She made those strange faces.

Toward that sacred, lush garden
   Like a dripping oasis,
      Crawled the sun-scorched and dying
         From the dry desert spaces.

At that warm, steaming oven
   Amidst my pots and my pans,
      A cold pilgrim once lingered
         To warm his iced hands.

My tiger-striped briefs
   Were born again as an arrow.
      "I must strike that sleek target
         So soaked and so narrow."

I tugged at my waistband
   With the hand I had free
      And flew out like a flash,
         At a hundred and three.

With a little old driver
   So lively and thick,
      I knew in a moment
         That this would be quick.

He was rosy and plump,
   A right jolly old elf.
      (I knew that I should be
         Ashamed of myself.)

But as leaves that before
   The wild hurricane fly,
      We are driven by passion
         To mount to the sky!

When the reindeer had landed,
   When I held both of her breasts,
      I could hold out no longer
         In this Olympic love-fest.

The night I came knocking
   At the goddess's back door
      Was a night to remember.
         I can tell you no more.

As best I remember,
   That pie was not baked.
      More horny than hungry,
         What a mess we did make!

With our bodies all tarnished
   With fresh whole wheat flour
      Like ashes and soot,
         It was time for that shower.

So off to the bathroom
   We then flew like a flash,
      I turned on the hot water
         And in a mad dash,

We stripped off our undies
   (They were still clinging on us),
      And in that Garden of Eden
         I received my next bonus:

As I streaked past the mirror,
   I thought I could see
      Michelangelo's David
         Take a quick peek at me.

When I mustered the courage
   To take a much closer look,
      The image, it shimmered
         As I stood there and shook.

My shape-shifting goddess
   Had indeed cast her spell:
      Never once in my life
         Had I looked this damn well.

Like the statue of David:
   An ideal brought to life!
      No earthly pretender
         For my goddess-slash-wife.

She was dressed in sweet nothing,
   In a raiment like Eve's,
      In the midst of that garden
         Interspersed with green leaves,

She walked unashamed
   With no cause to conceal
      What God Himself fashioned
         With no faults to reveal.

As a world to herself,
   Her Creator had shaped her,
      And in beauty itself,
         Like the sun, he had draped her.

"On her hills, in her valleys,
   By her forests and shores,
      With her beauty for sunlight,
         I will dwell evermore!"

Her breasts were like mountains
   I was longing to climb!
      Her valleys, they beckoned
         Like shade at noontime!

Her hair, like a forest
   I could lose myself in,
      Branched down her bare back
         Through soft clearings of skin.

With mountainous breasts
   And whole forests of curls,
      She was not a mere goddess.
         She was my whole world.

Like Eve in the Garden
   With no fig leaf she stood,
      And wouldn't you know it:
         I Again turned to wood!

Standing there gazing
   On the stark-naked goddess,
      I could barely endure it.
         I became quite immodest.

As still as a picture,
   By the tub she did stand.
      There was no other motion
         But my swift sleight of hand.

Standing naked like Adam,
   Before her I marveled.
      It was her inspiration
         That had turned me to marble.

For no other woman
   In this world I could see.
      Like Eve was to Adam,
         She was everything to me.

The light shone upon her
   Like the tropical sun.
      The temperature was rising
         (To a hundred and one).

The warm waves in the bathtub
   Made a loud splashing sound.
      It was like sand by the ocean
         With all that flour strewn around.

My desire came surging
   Like an incoming tide!
      She half closed her eyes
         And turned her head to the side.

Her hair draped her shoulders
   In thick flowing curls.
      "There are no other women.
         There are no other girls.

"In all of my life
   I have never once seen
      A picture so lovely,
         Like out of a dream."

Standing there naked
   So closely beside her,
      I could clearly envision
         Once being inside her.

It was almost as though
   I could feel her own grip,
      Grasping around me
         (Either that or her lips).

Then into the bathtub
   She gracefully stepped,
      While carefully traipsing
         Behind her I crept.

I sat down in the water
   Facing her back.
      My legs slipped around her
         (For space we did lack).

She leaned back against me.
   My arms coursed around her.
      "How ecstatic it makes me
         To have finally found her."

She was the perfect fulfillment
   Of my life's greatest dream.
      Pure joy poured upon me
         Like the warm faucet stream.

I washed her all over.
   It was simply the best!
      She was all wet and soapy:
         Slippery thighs to slick breasts.

As I teased her hard nipples
   And squeezed her wet thighs,
      She leaned her head nearer
         And looked straight in my eyes.

"Sweet eyes of greenest emerald,
   Glossy skin, all soaped white,
      My God, how I hope
         There's no end to this night!"

Her breath, it did quiver
   As she leaned back to kiss.
      That she wanted me within her
         Was impossible to miss.

She placed my hand lower,
   All the way past her waist.
      It dived to the water
         With the swiftest of haste.

I proceeded to rub her
   As she kissed my wet lips.
      She pressed back on me harder
         With her warm, sudsy hips.

With a hard bar of soap
   Wedged tightly between us,
      I'd have been thoroughly embarrassed
         If our mothers had seen us.

With our lips pressed together,
   With her tongue licking mine,
      And with Dasher inside her,
         Her kiss was like wine.

Through her hard, pressing kiss
   I could hear a faint mutter,
      "Barely louder," I thought,
         "Than her heart's racing flutter."

"I must have you right now.
   I need to feel you inside me."
      So I turned her around
         So like a horse she could ride me.

My legs stretched one way
   And hers stretched another.
      She slipped down around me
         And rode like no other.

We sat tightly gripped
   In each other's embrace:
      Breast to breast, heart to heart,
         Eye to eye, face to face.

She pulsed her soaked hips
   In a rhythmical motion.
      I pushed up inside her,
         The water like lotion.

Her hips then pulsed faster
   And made waves in the tub
      As she pressed even harder
         So against me she'd rub.

When I felt her tense shudder,
   I then knew it was time:
      Ecstatic waves of pure pleasure
         Had rewarded our crime.

As she sank limp and lifeless
   And ceased her loud groans,
      I could hear her soft whisper
         Interspersed with faint moans:

"There's no place, no place,
   No place that I've been!
      No place on Olympus
         Like this warm tub of sin."