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| The Wishing Star The Wishing Star Shining Bright in the evening sky Beacon of hope For the wisher's Desires, A light in the darkness Streaking across aeons Traversing space and time Arriving brilliantly Heaven helps the Wishing Star Make dreams come true A sparkling waltz With the gold-coin moon Across the floor Of midnight blue Rejoicing A rapture of communion In appeal to every human Yearning heart and wistful eye The promise of the star's return Like the wish remains Unseen beneath the dawn The wishing star shines on ~Tammy |
| 'Twas the night before christmas and I missed you, my Friend. I felt lonely and listless and hungered without end. I should have been naked, all snug in your bed, Your breath in my hair, one arm under my head Visions of confections danced in my dreams Gumdrops and lollies and creamsicle things. I tried so hard to be good, you know it's true... There's just those few naughty things I did with you (And the very naughty thing we did with her.) But Santa said he could forgive me for that And I wiggled with glee, as I sat in his lap. "He was such a wonderful present last year, I couldn't ask for more," I said with a tear. "But my Sugarbaker's turned into the Fuller Brush man, And now he only comes when he can." "This year I'll confess what I'm longing for, If I could have anything, I'd have HIM some more!" "More talking, more time, more kissing, more sucking, More touching, more nibbling, more loving, more fucking." "I'm sorry, Santa. I don't mean to be needy But I'm a Daddy's girl, and I'm lustful and greedy." "Don't worry, Sweetheart," Santa said with a smile Even good girls need spanking once in a while." Alas Christmas morning under your empty pillow, I found Anais Nin's diary and a new pyrex dildo. ~Tammy |
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| The Night Before Christmas |
| Three in Bed Yesterday we lost our electricity The meter box fell off the house And everything inside and out Is still as church and quiet as a mouse All the televisions are off And the baby is in the bed Now it's time for the older ones To rest their sleepy heads Its time to blow out the candles Whose flames have lit our night And for a spot in Mother's bed The children begin to fight Outside Sister's window There is a giant oak tree That waves it's creaky arms And peeks through the dark at me Brother's room is windowless At night its black as pitch In the closet there is a troll And under the bed is a witch Sister gets the feather pillow Brother lies at the foot Until Mother awakens on the floor And gives everyone the boot ~Tammy, Josh and Jess |