Ostara: Benny *OSTARA: BENNY*                            *By GILDA LILY*                    Comments can be made to jeanniemarie                    @sprintmail.com.                    (c) March 7, 1998                      We walk deeply in the woods,                    And I breathe deeply                    Of the forest's scents...                    And of him,                    The one I love.                    Slightly spicy,                    The tang of aftershave                    Tickles my nose                    As I pull him close.                    Faintest traces                    Of oregano cling                    To his warm skin.                    We gently tumble                    To the mossy ground                    As Spring awakens                    All around us.                    Dear Goddess,                    You are most generous.                    Green, growing things.                    Ah, yes.                    And I look into                    Eyes as green                    As the leafy trees                    Shading us.                    I lay him down                    As he opens for me                    Like a delicate flower.                    I drink of his nectar                    And smile in joy                    As I push inside,                    Warmth enclosing me.                    The birds sing                    And the bees buzz by                    As he gasps my name.                    My Ray                    Is a sunny day.   Return to Due South Fiction Archive