with a lose gown on her,
she lays still and clueless,
with her legs stuck & motionless.
Over & over getting injected,
her mind is totally subjected;
subjected to tremendous pressure;
all pressure for the little treasure.
Perhaps she waits curiously;
curiously for the exhilarating pleasure,
so prepared to be an usher;
an usher to teach her every measure.
She undergoes a plethora;
a plethora of chemical reactions,
her tuned mind sanctions;
sanctions it all for the Christmas gift.
As she knows it’s not so swift,
she patiently awaits the ultimate drift;
the ultimate drift to see her Christmas gift,
to share to the world her precious thrift.
Every excruciatingly painful tear,
inculcates an unimaginable fear,
her attuned physique is all set to bear;
bears it all for her priceless dear.
Agonized by pain, she pouted;
pouted her lips to push the sprout;
& when the sprout peeped out,
it cultivated a scintilla of hope;
hope to see the Christmas gift,
though she knows its not so swift,
patiently awaits her precious thrift.
Her dear is almost there,
draped in a safely red wear,
she realizes that the time has come;
time for the connection to tear.
All prepared for the gaiety,
her heart sings around so gaily,
her saved energy is utilized;
utilized to see the dear spry.
It pops out with a loud cry,
smiled when her dear cried;
deciding it to be the last time;
last time to smile when her dear cries.
“Thank you for your time & Have a great day”