Remembering At Christmas - Sex Stories

Remembering At Christmas

Today is the day of celebration, Where people gather together to feel love, A year of firsts and lasts is almost over, And giving and receiving takes place. Some people may wake up to joyous laughter, Some people may way up to hurt and pain, Some people may wake up to burning summer, And others may wake up to snow and rain. Me myself, I hope to see faces filled with wonder, As the love I send across rings true and clear, The loved ones that I know better than anybody, Opening their eyes with looks of love. I wish this as I remember all the faces, That you, my lover, used to show with glee, You used to wake me up on Christmas Morning, With your face buried deep between my legs. Your gift to me when we never had any money, Was beautiful in the way a gift should be, Your tongue worked wonders on my clitty, And the orgasm was delightful, long and slow. The day spent rolling around with laughter, Caught between the sheets as we can't afford the heat, Instead giving wilfully in to another, Constant until we need to eat - turkey pot noodles. But this year is the first year I am without you, And I've heard that this will be the hardest year, I cannot consider ever replacing you, But constantly will remember as happiness tinges with sad.