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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