Xmas past, future presents
De-vote comes out in polls of time
To remind, what’s fine and sweet as candy
Palates dry, so the suck is sensuous
Taste buds of love, come alive…..like sugar babies’
Bursting seams of a dream, breathes into being
Sudden symphonies in amorous choruses serenade
Closed caption, like headphones for erogenous only
The ticket to ride was for VIPs exclusively enthralled
Alert and paying attention, yet still caught by surprise
For those caterpillars slow walking and gliding in motion
Suddenly alas, the magic potion of commotion releases butterflies