Real mistletoe, I cut off a few from a dog wood tree, growing out of two knots in the bark~

(Poem is mine)

For my little one so bright, daughter to my heart tonight.

Meet Daddy under the mistletoe, he misses you so~

No one to judge, no one to budge.

You are my daughter now, lewder still somehow~

Your lips are mine, heart won with time~

You belong to me, your soul will see~

In the heat of the kiss, or the cold of the wish~

Remember who I am, hopeless romantic and happy.

Your forever Dom lover, I am your Daddy~~~