For this holiday season, I’m going to do something different.
Each night I’m going to strike a match, inhale, then light a long white candle wick.
I’ll dream of dropping wax upon your skin, watching you react.
Each December evening, I’ll sit in front of that long white wick.
I’ll recall how in fall I tongue-teased you ’til you came and went.
Each lonely star-filled night as I go to bed a little wet, I’ll use my magic wand so you tease me too, for in love I repeatedly use you.
As January comes around and the ball drops a new one down, maybe by then you’ll be in my bed, not this damn blow-up doll instead.