Lyrics

Beneath the twinkling lights of a velvet winter eve, Santa arrived, a jolly, timeless muse, carrying secrets wrapped in red and hues. The soft snowfall and still world outside was contrasted by the warming thrill in his gaze, not just for cookies, but for something sweeter, wild, and unique.

The fire crackled and the room glowed as Santa stepped in, steady and discreet. His red suit hugged broad, strong lines, and his eyes, like whiskey, were aged and fine. The brush of fur and the gleam of the buckle awoke a spark, a wicked dream.

“Have you been naughty this year?” he softly purred, his voice a promise of every word. Gloved hands lingered, bold and slow, tracing paths where desires grew.

He shed his coat, and the room grew tight as his presence filled the night. No sleigh bells rang, no reindeer flight, just the pull of his touch and the hunger’s bite.

The warmth of him and the taste of sin sparked a journey that began where we’d all start. His laughter rumbled like a sinful tease as he whispered wishes meant to please.

No stockings hung, no toys in sight, just tangled sheets in candlelight. Santa’s charm was a fevered art, unraveling the wild within my heart.

So let the snow fall and the hours fade, for in his arms, every thrill replayed. Santa’s seduction, slow and true, made fantasies vivid desires renewed. A playful smile and a knowing glance invited a daring dance. His laugh, a rumble deep and low, promised wonders and a sultry glow.

His gloved hand lingered, soft yet strong, humming a daring song beneath the fur and crimson fold. A mystery more than tales have told awaited.

No sleigh bells rang, no reindeer flight, just a tender pause in the winter night. Santa, slow in his seduction, spun a game of warmth where hearts were won.

So let the snow drift and the embers burn, for in his arms, the world will turn. Santa’s magic, an unspoken spell, awakens a winter’s dream where love is woken.