LAMMAS: BENNY

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*By GILDA LILY*

Well, this is the last of the Wheel Of The Year poetry, and the
last story will be coming soon. I've enjoyed every minute of this
series, and I hope that you have as well.
Rated NC-17 for m/m sex.
(c) July 6, 1998

Wind rustles through
The swaying cornfields
As the sun shines
Its silken rays
On my Ray.

Lean body slipping
Through green fields
As the corn grows high
And the Goddess smiles
Down upon us.

He smiles at me,
Green eyes sparkling,
And holds out
His hand.
I take it,
And my mouth is drawn
To his nipple
As he parts
His silken
Shirt.

He cups my head
With a long-fingered
Hand,
And moans softly,
In a velvet throat.

His groin presses
Against mine,
And I bend him back
Like a stalk of corn
As the wind picks up
And whispers through
The silent field.

His shorts are pushed
Down over strong
And sassy thighs
While my hand
Caresses and cups
His heavy balls.

Mmm, they're sweet
Like rich, deep wine,
And silken as
The corn around us.

I lay him down,
Gently, gently,
And part his legs
As I slide deeply in,
My cock throbbing
With willful lust.

Ah, the tightness
And heat so moist,
My tongue swirls
Around his nipple,
And then thrusts in
His waiting mouth.

My climax builds
Until we scream
Together,
The birds
Flying madly
As the wind blows hard,
And the stalks bend
And caress our skin.

Children of the Corn.

Goddess of the Earth.

I love you, Ray.

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