Mabon: Benny *MABON: BENNY* *By GILDA LILY* He fills me With his seed, As bountiful As the harvest. The Goddess is good. She has blessed me With health and wealth, Given me strength To please this lover, This Son of Italy. So sensuous, With eyes of green, As deep as the forest. A mouth that lures me To its pleasures. Long, slender fingers Driving me mad... His body, so graceful, Long limbs twining As his manhood rams home. He is warm, Like the earth, And rich-smelling. His body Is my food As I eat Up every morsel. I drink of his bounty. And now, I lie here, Stomach hugging The Mother's bosom, Looking up At pristine blue From my bed Of crackling scarlet And gleaming gold. Maple leaves... Of course! He is in me now, Strong hands bruising As I gasp his name. He is like the harvest, Fruitful and wild, Brightly-colored and Tasting divine. I spill out my seed As he fills me With his own, Planting his love Deep within me. He kisses me tenderly. (*GILDA LILY*) (*8/27/97*) Return to the Due South Fiction Archive