Her exclusive holiday candy
My, you have gotten her especially randy
Fine and wrapped so nice
Thinks she’ll open it thrice
Was a little bit shocking
To see the surprise in her stocking
Open it up, oh, what do her wandering eyes see?
“Why, a one-eyed monster just for me!”
No winter wonderland card
For she shall be your most fervent bard
A Yuletide lover
No longer undercover
Mighty mint all over your head
Got a bulbous toy all up in her bed
Happy, happy, hereʼs your gift
Open it up nice and swift
Wrapped in a big bright bow
Well, it is under the mistletoe
Hmmm, not quite as minty
As much as it is kinky
Helmet headed beam
Giving off a kind of steam
To her greatest delights
Time to play an exciting role
Ho Ho Ho, all hands to the North Pole
May have had one too many beers
Wait, wait, wait, is that a real reindeer?
Got her own Peter Pan
And one she can say is truly all man
Toasty, of you sheʼs more a fan
Than that ice cold Frosty the Snowman
May as well give it a whirl
After all, sheʼs a red-blooded girl
Of your beautiful prize
Sheʼs long fantasized
Itʼs got quite a kick
Her candy cane wick
ʻTis the season
To play with good reason
Down her chimney that Santa came
And left never to be the same
What cause is there to wait?
Has she got cookies for you, her sweet playmate?
Merry, Merry ride your sleigh
A little holiday roll in the hay
No silent night is this
ʻTis an evening not to be missed
How many geese a-laying?
This is one, Iʼm just saying
Yale Weinberger writes poems about love and its beautiful colors and flavors in sexual expression. She thinks anyone who has been in love and has had a craving or longing can relate to her words. Her words relate to the ultimate expression and the beauty of passion and appetite. With love, she hopes you enjoy her words and they reach your heart and all the right places.
Ed: Stephanie V.