This is a sexy poem about Clara Oswald and my OC, the Red Lady. I'm such a gay. LOL.
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house,
not a creature was stirring…except for the Red Lady, and Clara, her spouse.
The bedspread and sheets were made up with care
(and the girls hoped that no bed bugs were lingering there).
The Red Lady was nestled all snug in their bed,
while visions of sleepytiemz danced in her head.
"Clara Oswald," she called impatiently, "it's time for sleep!
It doesn't take someone that long to brush their teeth."
When from the bathroom doorway, there appeared such a sight;
A model-esque figure stood in the light.
Clara in Christmas lingerie, to the Red Lady's delight!
"Tell me, Red Lady," smirked Clara. "Have you been naughty, or nice?"
She was a sight to drink in for Red's dilated eyes.
A red satin slip, trimmed with white fur at her thighs.
Six inch red heels and a festive Santa Claus hat.
Now the Red Lady was blushing; how about that?
"I've been a good girl all year, I swear on my life,
"But I can definitely be bad," Red said to her wife.
"That's what I like to hear, now give me a kiss."
Red did so, then began to unwrap her Christmas gift.
Clara climbed on top of her, and Red fondled her breasts,
Clara nuzzled her neck; they were both wet already, there was no time to rest.
Red was moaning her name before the end of their plight.
It was a merry Christmas indeed, and indeed a good night.