A Wittle Wiggling Chwistmas Whyme

Your whispered words are teasing me,
From under your duvet.
An invitation tempting me,
"Please Tom... come and play."

I hear the duvet rustling,
Above your cheeky giggles.
Can sense the movement under there,
I love the way it wiggles.

I dive in right beside you,
Cricket chirps in the background,
And bounce you straight up in the air.
You scream, I love that sound.

Landing right on top of me,
Right on my face, you know!
You squirm and grind, and I end up
Just going with the flow.

"You very naughty girl" I moan.
I groan..."Stop doing that!"
I wriggle, try to get away,
But on my tongue you end up sat.

And then I hear a moan from you,
Now know I can't escape.
Soon enough your scream comes out,
You tense, your mouth agape.

Screams so loud they wake the dogs,
And then they run in fright,
Oh what fun it is to feel
Your climax in full flight,

HEY!!

Want you Gayle, Want you Gayle,
In really naughty ways,
If only you didn't scream so loud,
I wouldn't need a hearing aid,

HEY!!

Love you Gayle, Love you Gayle,
In oh so many ways,
How I'd love to unwrap you,
What joy on Christmas day.