Twas the Night Before Christmas - Romance Style

Twas the night before Christmas with a silk teddy draped over the chair.

She put on the last of her makeup and ran her fingers through her hair.

The stockings were snapped to the garter with care,

In hopes that her hero soon would be there.

Into the teddy, she slide with delight

And checking the mirror, knew it looked just right.

With tiny lace straps and in the color of red.

Instead of standing by the fireplace, she chose to wait on the bed.

Soft candle light flickered as her internal flame burned.

Every nerve ending pulsed and her stomach churned.

He was all that she wanted and wished for tonight.

She had only this moment to get everything right.

And then to her wondering eyes he did appear

She could see by the look, his desire was clear.

Oh, how handsome, tall, dark and rough,

She knew in a moment, one night would not be enough.

He strode to the bed, trailed a finger down her face,

Then continued on down to touch the silk and the lace.

He said not a word as he let his hands roam.

She drew in a breath and let it out on a moan.

He lay down beside her, so lively and quick,

He took her to heaven for he knew every trick.

More rapid than eagles, he too then came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called her by name!

She lay quietly beside him, waiting to hear

The words “I love you”. She waited in fear.

For every good Romance must have a great plot

And in the tangled story the heroin got caught.

For in the beginning, she thought what a jerk

But as the story moved forward, his charm it did work.

They labored through the conflict, both internal and out,

And then in a flash, she fell in love, no doubt.

But now as Christmas morning drew near,

Only one thing remained she needed made clear.

And she pondered and wondered as she stared at the wall.

Did he feel the same thing or nothing at all?

She started to speak, but he stopped her in stride

His eyes – how they twinkled – his mirth he could not hide.

He kissed her mouth roughly, then kissed her once more

As he reached for his pants that lie on the floor.

And out of his pocket our hero did take

A bright, shiny diamond and it wasn’t a fake.

He held it out for the heroine, who smiled with glee

For all of her wishes this Christmas had come to be.

“I love you,” he said as his sexy lips drew up like a bow.

Outside in the beautiful Christmas morn, it began to snow.

And all was complete, wrapped up neat and tight.

They heard in the distance “Merry Christmas to all, and to all a goodnight!”