An Erotic 'Twas the Night Poem

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'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the net
People were horny--steamy and wet;
The pussies were dripping as they soon knew
That the cocks around them were stiffening, too;
The ladies were ready, willing, and spread
The men kneeling down, giving them head;

Santa squeezed down the chimney, hoping to fuck;
But found halfway down that he became stuck.
A pole was stuck up his arse with some force,
poor Santa thought he'd been kicked by a horse.
They tried and they tried, but they couldn't unstick,
He was wedged in the chimney by the size of his dick.

The poledancers gathered round and had an idea,
Perhaps if they sucked Santa's cock he could get himself clear.
One by one, they sucked on his knob,
knowing this wasn't a one-dancer job.
The elves wondered how they could help, too,
so they opened their mouths and awaited his goo.
While they waited, the elves passed the time,
by fucking the dancers in a Christmas conga-line.

The reindeer were randy, they paced in their stalls,
hoping to lick the salt from Santa's balls.
Mrs. Clause wandered in, her arms laden with gifts,
but the elves ripped off her blouse and went straight for her tits.
The sound of the fucking roused me from bed,
just when I had been dreaming of the wife giving me head.
I started downstairs and what a sight I did see:
elves fucking and sucking under the tree!
My cock sprung to life at the sight of the mob,
so I let Mrs. Clause give me a Yuletide handjob.

My wife came down and got such a fright,
that I knew she'd be cumming the rest of the night.
Santa fell from the chimney, making a crash,
landing hard enough to force the pole from his ass.

The orgy continued, into the morn
the elves and the dancers making holiday porn.
They moaned and they groaned with Christmas spirit,
the mrs. and i hoped that the neighbours wouldn't hear it.
But try as we might, the neighbours did hear,
and soon wandered over to share the holiday cheer.

I didn't even know my one neighbour's name,
but turned to see my wife sucking his candy cane.
She turned to me, her face dripping with cum,
saying "I never knew Christmas could be so much fun!"

Santa pulled up his pants and called his team to his sleigh,
because he knew they had to be on their way.
"We have gifts to deliver, but we'll need lots of luck
to make the rest of our rounds after stopping to fuck."
One by one, they piled onto his sleigh,
Thinking of the fucking and sucking from the day.
I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to you--and your wife was merry, cherry, and tight!"

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