Samhain: RAY	   *SAMHAIN: RAY*
 *By GILDA LILY*
 

 Oh, yeah.
 I can smell the woodsmoke
 As it crackles and burns,
 Hear the leaves rustle and shake 
 As a cool wind blows.
 

 Back at home,
 When I was a kid,
 I'd troop along
 With an orange bag,
 Crinkling as I walked,
 Crowing over my booty. 
 

 Here, now, my blood pulses
 As he stands there,
 A vision framed in gold
 As firelight weaves
 In soft hair.
 

 The chants grow louder
 As our hearts beat,
 My limbs shaking
 As I drink in beauty.
 

 Can you feel the magic
 In the air tonight?
 

 Benny stands before me
 Blue eyes ablaze
 With crackling passion.
 He reaches out a hand
 And touches my shoulder, 
 Flesh-on-flesh.
 

 The robes part,
 And he stands there
 In all his Celtic glory.
 My heart beats faster
 As the chants grow louder.
 

 I reach out, enfolding him
 His scent sweet, his breath warm.
 Our cocks rub together
 As I shudder, the blood
 In my veins burning hotter.
 

 My lips hover
 Around a well-shaped ear.
 "Don't be afraid."
 My love for him surges
 As I thank the Goddess
 For this perfect lover.
 

 The bonfire blazes,
 Ringed by the fruits we've gathered
 With the sweat of our brows
 (And does Benny sweat
 Like a sex-drenched god!)
 

 Leering pumpkins and long,
 Bold gourds in streaky yellow,
 Apples fit for squeezing
 As their round shapes bob
 In a sudden breeze,
 The rock-hard nuts
 Scattered among the bounty.
 

 Oh, Goddess!
 Benny's hand touches
 My secret place
 And my strength
 Fills his hand.
 

 I can feel
 My Roman blood
 Calling from across
 The endless centuries.
 Conqueror of all
 (And Celts in particular).
 

 I grab him and take
 What is rightfully mine
 As the breeze blows
 And the spirits howl.
 

 I push him to his knees 
 The rosy mouth opening
 For my manhood.
 Gasping, I thrust forward
 Deep down his throat,
 His fingers digging 
 Into quivering thighs.
 

 I feel myself falling
 Into velvet liquid,
 Stars dancing
 Before my dizzy eyes.
 The chants grow louder
 As I approach explosion.
 

 *No*!
 My head pounds
 As I pull away,
 Cock throbbing, his eyes wide.
 

 I turn him over
 With bruising hands
 And yank his legs apart,
 His cry touching 
 My very soul.
 

 In, hard, as fires burn
 And he digs deep
 In Mother Earth.
 
 *"Don't taste it, Benny!*
 I'd rather you taste *me*.
 I groan, his voice
 Answering mine.
 

 Ah, yes, the Conqueror,
 Rome's finest son
 As the flames of war
 Crackle beside us.
 

 The Goddess smiles
 Down upon us,
 Joined bodies writhing
 As sweat pours down,
 Running into rich earth
 That has borne fruit.
 

 The Conquered gasps
 As the Conqueror rams home
 Exploding into
 A thousand stars.
 

 Seeds mingling
 As I seal myself
 To perfection.
 The Jack O'Lantern
 Leers bright upon us.
 

 He is mine.
 

 (*GILDA LILY*) (*9/27/97*)
 

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