(c) December 5, 1997
Aah, I love
Sitting here
By the fire
After a good meal.
Dief sighs,
And I touch his fur.
The fresh, outdoorsy
Scent of our tree
Tickles my nose.
It smells like Benny:
Clean, fresh, and pure.
I open one eye
And see him gazing
Into the fire.
Thinking of home?
I hope he considers
That me.
Still, he must miss
the vast, endless snows,
And biting-cold winds.
I know it's in his blood.
Goddess,
He looks gorgeous
In the fire's glow!
It should be illegal
To look so scrumptious
In human form.
The firelight plays
In soft, brown hair
Shining golden in
The blaze's heat.
Oh, Benny-love.
He looks at me
And I run my tongue
Across my lips,
Delighted at
His rosy blush.
Red suits him.
I claim my place
Beside him, and claim
His mouth as well.
Oh, Goddess,
Always grant me
His precious love.
As I probe deeper
And he moans against me,
I know Heaven.
My hands slide up
Warm skin
Beneath the sweater
I love so much.
He's trembling,
My touch bringing
His nipples alive
And I lower him
To lay beneath me.
He smells so good,
I can't get enough
As my face rubs
Over piney skin.
I pull down his pants,
His legs parting,
And my cock seeks
Him out,
Thrusting deep and hard.
Little cries music
To my ears
As the fire crackles
And our passion flares.
My greatest gift
From a loving Goddess.
I've opened my present
And taken pleasure
In what's inside
A most beautiful
Package
And now
It's Benny's turn
To pull on the bow
And let the wrapping fall
To reveal hidden treasures.
Blessed Yule.