Christmas Poem

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, except a girl at her computer...clicking her mouse.
Her stockings were hung in the bathroom with care
The intruder grabbed them with little time to spare


Trisha now nestled all snug in her bed
With visions of teasing men online still dancing in her head
She resting clad only in panties and a bra with a snap
The intruder applied the chloroform; soon a long winter's nap


Now on the bed there was such a clatter
The man bound her with her stockings time now did not matter
She was now bound then gagged in a flash
He looked down at his prize...now so well lashed

The moonglow on the face of his fair blonde well tied
Gave proof that the photos in her profile was not a bad lie
When, what to his wondering eyes should appear
His petite little toy now awakening and squirming in fear

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work
And filled all his desires, then tightened her bonds with a jerk
And laying a finger aside of his nose
And giving her a nod..."Yes, my dear. With me you shall go".

He loaded her in his sleigh, to his relief gave a whistle
And away they all drove like the down of a thistle
But he was heard to exclaim as he drove out of sight
"Fool with dark men online and this may be your plight".

Merry Christmas
from
Simon & Mika