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Can you feel it? It’s the beating of my heart, PANT! PANT!

Like the rhythmic beating of a drum, or melodious chant,

There was a NATURAL GLOW upon my face, and a tingle in my nose,

You wouldn’t believe the anticipation, as I stood on my TIPPY TOES.

His BOOZE BREATH mattered not to me, his gaze was so hypnotic,

He was great for “all the ails me”, he was my natural ANTIBIOTIC.

Under the mistletoe we stood, locked forever in this embrace,

There was too much heat between us for FROSTBITE to take place!

The next action was all but TYPICAL, as he fainted to the floor,

It’s just like that man of mine.... to leave me wanting more!!

Touché

I didn't know all the words to the song so at the chorus, I just shouted out "Pant! Pant!" like everyone else. We were having such fun. It was a wonderful Christmas party. I snuck a glance over at Adam and as always, he had that natural glow that radiated around the room. If only I could kiss those lips. Somehow though, Jennifer had fallen asleep next to me so I had to get on my tippy toes to go into the kitchen. She drank way to much and her booze breath was just about to knock me out. I opened the fridge, placed my glass behind Carly's antibiotic bottle and started to make my way back to the party. Right then, as I passed under the mistletoe, Adam brushed against me while he headed to the fridge. "Oh, I'm sorry," he said, "Are you okay?" My face got hot, my neck started to itch, if I had had any frostbite it would have immediately melted away. I nodded quickly and ran back to the sofa. It was such a typical thing for me to do - lose an opportunity to deal with something staring me straight in the face.

"PANT PANT", what a walk! Is it possible my friend has still to live here? No, don't get it wrong, I like go partying, it's fun and you meet lots of people, but at least he could have the lift reparired. I'm panting and sweating now, it's awful.

I open the door, try to regain a measure of dignity, and I see her. She's beautiful, she radiates such a NATURAL GLOW. "What are you doing, come in!", says my friend while I'm trying to get my jaw pop back in place. She's a measure of naughy and innocence, she's dressed like an elf, but the kind of Santa's helper you expect to find under the tree wrapped in a red ribbon on the strategical body parts and nothing else. Oh gewdness, she saw me! She's looking at me! She drops the cup of ponce, and she TIPPY TOES on a pair of worndown greenish ballet shoes that completes her brilliant green miniskirt, so mini that from the whistling of the others in the room I can easily guess what's she's wearing under. The first impression seems right, I think as she gropes me pointing quietly to the MISTLETOE and blinking at me with her emerald eyes. "What's the matter dearie?", I say to her jokingly, try to gain somet ime, to give me an air of selfimportance, something on the lines of "I'm too cool to be easily kissed by the first gal I see!". So I continue "What's the matter dearie? The naught reindeer bit off your tongue?" "Shut up and kiss me", she says with a slighty slurred voice. Her BOOZE BREATH confirms my fears. As she kisses me and she gropes me like she was Kali with a dozen of arms, I see the table better. More than a dozen paper cups are, neatly stockpiled, were I saw putting hers. But I actually start to enjoy my situation. She's cute, she's drunk... I only wished she didn't smell so much. As I'm starting to get over the smelly breath and enjoy the kissing, the fair maiden grabs my hand and asks a dance. "Why not?", I say to her. She doesn't say much about herself, she seems completely zoned out, I wonder how such a tiny belly can hold so much alchol. She trips a lot, she dances on my feets, but there are things you can forgive to a drunken cutie. She keeps hitting over me, as i hit on her, then after a small peck on my cheek she slurs a whisper "There's a room right on the stairs. You're a good boy, and you can unwrap your gift early". She giggles, and flees, stubbing her toe on the first ramp, then turning back and waving her hand to me.

It's the perfect situation, I think, "She's almost perfect, and she's a stranger, no strings attached" Some minutes passes, I go to her. She's under the blankets, signaling with her eyes to jump in the bed. I remove hastily my clothes, I'm in my underwear. With some Santa's printed all over. I hate losing a bet, but she's so drunk she'll never notice. Then the door opens. The cutie cries "Hello my precious! Do you want to join us?" The guy sees me... "What are you doing with my wife?" "Wife?" "Hee-hee," giggles the fair gal "Got married last month". I've not much choices... I drop my self from the window. It's snowing, so I flee fast.

I'll need some ANTIBIOTICS, there's a nasty flu, and I'm half naked and fully immersed in snow. I can feel FROSTBITEs riding up to my bottom... but tomorrow I'll laugh about it with my friends. It's a TYPICAL night, for me.

I met this girl under the mistle toe;

PANT PANT!!!

Her eyes has a NATURAL GLOW;

MAN MAN!!!

She was on her tippy toes;

2 give me her BOOZE BREATH;

A great kiss; a great wish; A great step;

We exchanged our ANTIBIOTIC;

the germs; we earn; her hair was frolic;

We kiised all tight;

it was a cold night;

But not cold where theirs a FROSTBITE;

It was just right;

The kiss was quite TYPICAL;

heres my story under the mistltoe with my crush I told u lyrical;

I just wanted 2 rhyme.lol