Yes, this just happened.
I needed to have a bit of fun following all the angsty story chapters I've been cranking out. Warning: High cheese factor. This poem contains Christmas innuendos and poor rhyming. I'm sorry. It's like a literary ugly Christmas sweater. So tacky, yet you cannot look away.
I was going to wait til Christmas Eve to post this, but wanted to share it now. (will come back later to edit.)
Enjoy.
T'was the night before Christmas
in the red room of pain
And Christian and Ana
Were at it again.
She: only in panties
In jeans he is togged
They're getting prepared
Before Ana gets flogged.
"Have you been a good girl?"
He asks as a tease
"Did you just roll your eyes?
Tisk tisk! On your knees!"
She quickly complies.
A broad smile crossed her face
For stockings weren't all
That were hung in this place.
"So eager!" he smiles
"I like that in you."
"I'm thinking of something
I'd like in me too."
Throws his head back and laughs
"Such a smart mouth my dear.
But you've spoken
Without my permission, I fear!"
"That'll be ten more lashes
For speaking I think.
That should help make your ass
All deliciously pink.
"But first –"
He says as he pulls out his cock.
"Let's see that smart mouth
Do more than just talk."
After getting a spanking
And giving him head
Ana was tied
To the four-poster bed.
With spreader bar, dildo
And vibrating schlong,
He jingled her silver bells
All evening long.
With butt plug, and flogger
And wee nipple clamps
Christian teased Ana
'til her panties were damp.
A rending of fabric
Head thrown back in lust
He slid down her chimney
With one mighty thrust.
He partridge'd her pear tree
He Tannen'd her baum
He brought joy to her world
The whole evening long.
Clutching and moaning
Their hips wildly rocking
She peaked
As he left his hot gift in her stocking.
It was rather apparent
As she gripped his ass tight
Santa wasn't the only one
Coming that night.
But quite unlike Santa
The difference is clear.
The Greys come much more
Than just once a year.
Sated, in love.
Together forever.
T'was the happiest Christmas
Because they're together.
My poem is done.
It's short and it's cheesy.
'Cause making up holiday
Kink rhymes ain't easy.
I wish you all joy
And good loving, maybe!
Merry Christmas to all
And to all, "Laters, Baby!"