Stocking Filler
If it were Christmas now,
Than I’d already have had it.
The gift of finding you is,
Better than any stocking filler.
Gracefully, Pretty Polly covers,
Your legs so long and lithe.
And reaching towards the heaven,
My mind does somersaults too.
Physical attraction should be,
Celebrated as the crackers pull.
For here I know this magic,
As you stride in beside me.
And now has come a magic,
You reveal to only me.
I’m happy to have found you,
What a gift you are to me…
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