The Night Before Queermas

The Night Before Queermas

Twas the night before Queermas, when all through the flat
Not a creature was stirring, not even our Abyssinian cat,
The designer Gucci stockings were hung in the foyer with flair,
In hopes that some hung stud soon would be there,
The queens were nestled all snug in their bed,
While visions of hung-studs danced in their heads,
And my husband in his silk thong, and I in my chaps
Had just prepped ourselves for a long winter’s well you know what we had planned…
When out on the sculptured lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the damage. (my gardener will be pissed)
Away to the window I strutted in a flash,
Carefully opened the shutters and pulled back the fabulous window treatment,
The moon on the pecs of the cum-colored snow
Gave the luster of spotlights to the objects below, (I’m ready for my close-now Mr. DeNiro)
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a fabulous car, and eight gorgeous hung men,
With a leather clad driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he shouted, and moaned, and called them by name:
“Now, Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now Prancer and you fabulous Vixen!
Oh, Comet! Oh Cupid! Oh, Donder and Blitzen!
He was topping them all, that man had done been a top to them all!
As dry humping that before the wild streams flow,
When they meet with an obstacle, mounted them all,
So up to the housetop on poppers they flew,
With a sleigh full of sex toys, and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and flaming of each of their boots.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in leather from head to his foot.
And his clothes were all tarnished with cum and his lube.
A bundle of sex toys he had flung on his back.
And he looked like a hustler just opening his package
His dick – how it wiggled – his pecs how merry!
His ass was so juicy, his dick oh so cherry!
His cute little mouth was drawn like a bow,
And the hair of his chest was as bleach blond as snow.
The stump of a cigarette he sucked in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a six pack on his belly
That rippled, when he laughed, like a wet dream that needed KY jelly
He was tight and toned, a right gorgeous young elf,
And I drooled when I saw him in spite of myself.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had surprises ahead.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And felt up my stocking; then gave it a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his balls,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose
He sprang to his car, to his teams gave a whistle,
And away they all floated like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he flamed out of sight,
“Happy Queermas to all, and to all a hot-night!”

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