29wordsforsnow
beyond thirty
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A little story I must tell
just yesterday, in Mid-December
a girl, neither Sue nor Amber
but of demonic name, no one can spell
sat through an annoyingly cold night
under a skew-whiff, snow-laden tree
whishing whole-heartedly this might be
a red hot night instead of all this white
all it would take was a smidgeon of sin
so from her hand down onto the floor
fell the twenty-fourth calendar door
chocolate ran from the corner of her grin.
And just like that, a night so pale
turned into an epic adults fairy tale,
read behind closed doors in the candlelight,
of a succubus and her festive appetite.