The tangy scent of woodsmoke
Pierces the crisp air
As the leaves whisper their secrets
On this night of nights.
The Mother's symbol shines
More brilliantly than a thousand suns.
Chants throbbing in the autumn darkness
As silken cloaks slip softly
Along hallowed ground.
Tiny voices drift from the country lane
The rattle of orange bags
Combining with the flapping
Of Witches' garb and ghostly cotton.
The trees rub their limbs
Together, entwining with
Gay abandon
As an owl cries.
Can you feel the magic
In the air tonight?
Ray stands before me
Green eyes ablaze
With sparkling passion.
I reach out a hand
And touch a bare shoulder
Under soft silk.
The robes part
And he stands there
In all his Roman glory.
My heart's beat quickens
As the chants grow louder.
Long arms draw me in,
Holding me close,
Our cocks rubbing together,
My body shuddering
As the flames grow higher.
Warm breath tickles my ear,
"Don't be afraid."
I nod, thanking the Goddess
That She has given me
This holy lover.
The bonfire is ringed
By the fruits of the harvest:
Plump pumpkins and fleshy,
Yellow gourds; shiny,
Red apples and hard,
Brown nuts.
My hand touches him.
He moans softly,
Arching into my grasp,
Long, lean and bronzed
Like a Roman soldier
With a steel-hard strength.
I tremble as if
A sweat lodge encloses me,
The chants of the Inuit
Mingling with our own.
His lips upon mine
Burn like the hottest flame,
His fingers sending jolts
Of molten fire down my limbs.
Gasping, my chest heaves
As he pushes me to my knees,
His cock brushing my cheek
And I turn my head,
Blindly seeking,
My tongue tasting velvet heat,
My mouth wrapping him in joy.
With a gasp, his hips thrust
Filling me with swollen love.
I grasp slick thighs
Marking him with my fingers.
He pumps, the chants growing louder,
My ears ringing as I feed.
Oh, Goddess!
He pushes me away,
Manhood dancing
Before my eyes.
With a growl
I am swiftly turned,
Legs yanked apart.
Sweat eases him in
As I cry aloud,
Fingers digging in rich earth.
*"Don't taste it, Benny!"*
I smile at the mental words
Flashing across my fevered brain.
I groan, rocking with him
As he pounds with fury,
A man driven wild by lust,
His blood beating with mine own.
The burning scent fills my mind
My body one with his.
The chants spiral upward
To touch the Lady's moon
As Ray touches me...
Deep inside.
I shudder, my seed spilling
To soak into the ground
As his spills into me.
The voices give a joyful shout
As we seal together,
The Jack O'Lanterns' grin
Melting into mine.
I am Ray's.
(*GILDA LILY*) (*9/27/97*)