Your kiss
would be
a gift to me.
The perfect present,
a past Christmas carol
sung into the future.
Your lips would mean
more than money, more than gold,
more than any old
Christmas tales told.
It would hold
my heart so tight
from this Christmas
until eternity
has turned out the light.
Your eyes. I'd dine on that
look you feed me, so divine.
An angel upon a Christmas tree.
Alluring gaze my mind flies.
Wrapped in smiles,
my glazed over eyes,
like fake snow sighs
sprayed, over sheet glass window.
A lip locking kiss left dangling
in a stocking above a fireplace hanging.
I'd unwrap with glee,
tearing eagerly at the paper.
I'd unwrap every shred,
to find treasure that glows.
To find the kisses bestowed.
To find all the pleasures within
the thoughts sellotaped in your head.
Your touch.
Light as a snow drop,
it teases
like tinsel tickling
my imagination.
A ribbon, around my heart,
to gift to you.
Is that a ribbon
around yours too?
A kiss would do.
Under the mistletoe,
hanging up high.
Under the Christmas tree
beside the fire,
Anywhere we can get to share,
that brief moment
of loves sweet air.
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