Debbie's Christmas surprise Poem

"I am the ghost of Christmas's past and this is the tale I tell of my adventures with a beautiful young woman .Once a century it is my right to visit in human form a woman of my choice for only a short time...I wish to share this one night that was so memorable....Do not judge me for you too could have the soul of a voyeur..."

It was a few nights before Christmas and no one else in the house,
Not a creature was stirring, no kids,all were asleep even the mouse,
All in their beds, dreaming Of Christmas and what it could bring,
Images of candy canes dancing, reindeer prancing, jolly Santa laughing.
The children are all tucked up in bed, good thoughts they are thinking.
Pass this room, onto the next,and here sleeps Debbie in her bed,
She lies, blonde, curly hair spread on the pillow,natural it's said.
What could she be thinking? A smile on her face,what is she dreaming?
If only we knew,what one another dream of when we are a sleeping...
Shall we peek?She stirs under the blankets and tosses off the cover,
"Mmmm, oh yeesss...she whispers.Soft murmurings, does she dream of a lover?
She sighs in her sleep,look at her...asleep in her black sheer lingerie;
With the open neckline,creamy, smooth breasts; so much more to say,
Bountiful boobs of wonderous delight with each breathe they rise and fall,
Oh my Lord they are so beautiful, an ode to the most beautous boobs of all:

O how I have watched them rise and fall,
Your white,soft,twin peaks of perfection.
My mouth wishes to adore,to sing and call;
Praises to the best pair in this seduction.

I watch again the slight rise of her more than ample glorious chest
I pause in my admiration to lower my horny gaze from her beautiful breast
My eyes sweep lower still, admiring the voluptuous curves on her, so womanly
My sexual thirst must be slaked,more than a century has
past since last estascy
So I change for a short time from the ethereal form to
the male human body
I walk naked to the mirror for closer examination,to look
upon my relection
Now I see a young man, with dark hair, strong features,
muscles from exertion
'Tis a glorious image,a broad chest,well hung ,a great
picture of masculinity
I retun to her side,looking again at her lovely shape, I look so lustfully
Now I place my hand upon her thigh,slowly tracing small
circles, pausing a while
She moves again,shifting in her sleep,her mouth turns upin a small smile
But I know I can wait,enjoyment cannot be rushed with such a beauty
So my touch is gentle, like a wafting breeze,stroking ever so lightly
Stroking, brushing my fingertips upon her sleeping form,slow so slow
I long to place my tongue on her skin, to taste her;to
where my fingers go
I do not want to wake her, I must take her while she is
sleeping,dreaming
So that no one knows of my existence,it is a secret
worth, to me, keeping
So that I may continue in this form and reap my rewards
'tho be it once a century
I recline on her bed so close, smelling her scent, mmmmm she smells so good to me

to be cont.