For Who’s Been A Bit Bad
On Christmas, beneath the tree,
Naughty grown-ups stir with glee,
For stockings filled with playful dreams,
Toys that spark their wildest schemes.
Whips and floggers hang in sight,
Paddles whisper secrets of delight.
In each wrapped gift, a thrill awaits,
As hearts race with the joy that tempts their fates.
Ropes to bind in tender ties,
Cuffs and collars for playful sighs,
Leashes lead to whispered moans,
In festive cheer, their pleasure groans.
Gags conceal the sweetest cries,
Blindfolds hide the spark of surprise.
Vibrators hum a joyous tune,
While dildos dance beneath the moon.
Butt plugs nestled in soft bows,
Crops and canes that promise flows.
Nipple clamps for added tease,
Restraints that bring the sweetest pleas.
Wax play candles flicker bright,
Casting shadows on this festive night.
Spanking benches await their turn,
For the thrill of passions that brightly burn.
So here’s to those who’ve been a bit bad,
This Christmas brings the joy they’ve had.
With every toy, a promise they’ll keep,
As the night unfolds, their pleasures leap.