*feeling her hand sliding in my pocket.. I should protest.. I should slap a couple of cuffs on that wrist (well.. ok.. will not let my sleepy mad little mind go there).. and apprehend this naughty thing with the bright red lips.. but noooooo. Instead, I move a little closer.. and being the sorta bad santa I am.. let her search and find that win of mine*
Some place safe and warm...
Twas a few days before Christmas.. and all through her house.. I could hear her snoring.. and not like a mouse.. Through a slip of shadow, I appeared like a ghoul.. ate a few cookies, for I'm not a fool.. crept to her sleeping, so easy to find.. zooming in those thoughts.. such a tasty, wicked mind.. crouching beside her for a little bite.. mmm, those lips, what an alluring sight.. yet under her pillow my hand slides.. and out with the win it suddenly glides.. oh but before I so vanish I whisper very dark.. sorry on your neck I left that little mark..
I also left with the win!