Imbolc: Ray     IMBOLC: RAY* 
                             *By GILDA LILY*
 
                             (Rated NC-17 for
                                 m/m sex)
                           (c) January 21, 1998
 
                             I watch him
                             As he bends down
                             To dig the green shoots
                             Out of the
                             Half-frozen earth.
 
                             This is the time to begin
                             Thinking of spring's coming.
                             With Benny in view
                             That's not so hard.
 
                             Dief sniffs around,
                             Probably looking for old
                             Happy Meals, but he's
                             Out of luck.
                             Nope, just nuts and acorns
                             and berries...and those'll
                             Be in the future.
 
                             Snow still lays upon the
                             Barren ground,
                             But the sun is beginning 
                             Its turn in the sky.
                             The God is returning
                             As the days grow longer
                             And the light shines 
                             Stronger.
 
                             I see my Benny
                             On a bed of pristine snow
                             Nude body splayed
                             As his head is thrown back
                             His fingers touching
                             His cock
                             While waiting for me.
                             His groans are deep
                             And throaty.
                             And I touch my cock
                             To his.
 
                             Blue eyes widen,
                             And his chest heaves
                             As his body opens
                             Like some spring flower.
                             My hot cock pushes
                             Deep inside
                             As blue eyes close
                             And he surrenders
                             To me.
  
                             My beautiful lover,
                             Pulsating with the promise
                             Of things to come.
                             May it always be like this,
                             O Goddess,
                             As the rich smell 
                             Of the earth rises up
                             And mingles with the smell
                             Of love.
 
                             Light a candle for me,
                             My Benny.
                             The Feast of Imbolc
                             Is a happy one.
 
 
  

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