My Christmas party, she came in
Still in the flakes of winter air

I did my best to ruffle the cold out of her hair
Then took her coat. The mistletoe

Seemed mad for one so shy
Guests gone, my head soon noosed around her throat

Then we were one. Then we were not
My hands settled on the little pots

Of warmth, the tiny, twin pillows on her chest
I smiled as the misty moon rose

How she clung to my scant nipple-down
How she tried to keep warm

I felt almost a paedo as night came to its close
Funny, I used to think that everyone

Could feel this good, at least twice
Then she was gone

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