On the night before Christmas, I couldn't help staring, at my sister's new outfit, or how much it was sharing; I dragged her aside, thought of any excuse, she just smiled, laughed, and whispered "it's you that I'll choose."
You come home after your day's work and walk past me, ignoring me while I wait for you naked at the door with a cute smile on my face "I-I waited for you like you told me to, see! I'm a good girl? huh? are you still mad about yesterday? I-I'm sorry I
