Beltane: Benny      *BELTANE: BENNY*                             *By
GILDA LILY* 

                            Time for another turn 
                            of the Wheel Of The Year. 
                            (c) April 10, 1998 
  
                            Fire crackles 
                            And the warm breezes 
                            Blow, swirling 'round 
                            As the smoke curls 
                            In hottest fury. 

                            He waits, 
                            Skin gleaming, 
                            Eyes glowing, 
                            Like some woodland 
                            Creature, 
                            Silent and strong, 
                            A thing of beauty, 
                            Long limbs loose 
                            And his scent so 
                            ...Ray. 
  
                            He takes his chosen 
                            In sweat-slick passion 
                            As the heat rises, 
                            Flames licking 
                            At their bodies, 
                            Tongues wet 
                            With desire. 
  
                            Moans and sighs 
                            Fill the air 
                            As the chanters hum 
                            And raise their voices 
                            In the glory of 
                            The Great Rite. 

                            He is slender, 
                            Hard and tasty, 
                            Like fine 
                            Italian wine. 
  
                            Drink of him 
                            Who praises thy name 
                            And She-Who-Blesseth 
                            The sacred ground 
                            On which thee lay. 
  
                            Petals blow 
                            And caress bare skin 
                            As the chanters 
                            Cry 
                            To the 
                            Sky. 
  
  
  
  

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