*IMBOLC: BENNY*

                           *By GILDA LILY*

                           (Rated NC-17 for
                              m/m sex)
                         (c) January 21, 1998

                           The earth feels good
                           Under my fingers
                           As I breathe deeply
                           Of its rich scent.

                           Dief gambols
                           Like a pup,
                           And Ray is sighing
                           At my Nature Boy
                           routine, as he
                           Calls it.
                           But I only smile
                           And know that
                           He loves me.

                           The days grow longer
                           And brighter
                           As I dream
                           Of a room lit
                           By a hundred
                           Candles,
                           The sign of Imbolc,
                           The sign of love.

                           He comes to my bed
                           And lays his hand
                           Upon my chest
                           As I part my legs,
                           Eager for his touch.

                           Naked and lean,
                           Green eyes glowing,
                           He hovers,
                           And I await
                           His lips on mine
                           As he leans down
                           And twists my tongue
                           With his wicked one.

                           His cock is ready,
                           Nudging against my ass,
                           And I plead silently
                           For him to plunge
                           Deep within.

                           Aahh!
                           The candles' flames
                           Flicker as I cry
                           Out my love,
                           And he fills me
                           With burning flesh
                           And I can only
                           Gasp for more.

                           Our blood is one,
                           Our bodies tight
                           Together,
                           His hands on me
                           While I grasp
                           The headboard.
                           Being ridden
                           With surefire
                           Skill.
 
                           My body groans
                           And all my love
                           Spills out
                           In pearl-white
                           Goodness
                           As he fills me,
                           Hotter than a
                           Candle's flame.

                           O, Goddess!
                           May it always be
                           Thus.
 
 

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