Magic blooms in the city-it’s the season of love and joy.
The night’s complexion luminates our glow- flirty moon’s naughtiness ignites passion deep as we ride on Aladdin’s magic carpet through the tidal waves of our first Christmas together.
Harsh winds blow out in confusion…brushing across our nude skin- echoing chimes across the street resonate with our hearts’ music.
We trim the tree with the brightest lights – pop a mistletoe sprig in the doorway and indulge in a deep kiss…cuddle up together and get lost in a warm embrace-split a decadent dessert and a few drinks eventually…then, swirl around the beribonned tree to Alexander O’Neal’s, “our first Christmas”.
You’ll whisper loving endearments in my attentive ears and my cheeks will sparkle like Christmas lights. We’ll make a toast and declare it a yearly tradition henceforth in celebration of more firsts together!
To our first Christmas, King!