More Sugar More Spice

Makes randy ole boys

More naughty more nice.

Celestial visions, starry nights

Fill his mind with such delights.

For under the tree encased in red

Are all the letters from you he read.

Words penned with love and respect

Different roads traveled, destiny suspect.

However, trusting were your words

Warnings he didn’t listen when he heard.

You hurt him bad, but that was long ago.

New branches on his tree of life are now aglow.

He licks the sweetness from your skin.

As fiery spice fires his furnace of lust deep within.

Honey laced sugar coated drops of nectar touch his tongue,

As his holiday cheer just begun.

You have more sugar and you have more spice.

You are so very naughty, yet righteously so nice.

Refined and powdered is your sweetness. Delicate to taste.

Spicy hot is your Frankincense and Myrrh. Not a drop to waste.

Gifts you freely give just to him with open arms and open legs.

Your sugar melts his heart. Your spice he never begs.

With your glass held high in holiday cheer, remember this, randy ole boys

are always near.

If you ever want to be naughty, I’m always nice,

Cause you gave me more sugar more spice.

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