Samhain: Benny    

  *SAMHAIN: BENNY*
 *By GILDA LILY*
 

 The tangy scent of woodsmoke
 Pierces the crisp air
 As the leaves whisper their secrets
 On this night of nights.
 

 The Mother's symbol shines
 More brilliantly than a thousand suns.
 Chants throbbing in the autumn darkness
 As silken cloaks slip softly
 Along hallowed ground.
 

 Tiny voices drift from the country lane
 The rattle of orange bags
 Combining with the flapping 
 Of Witches' garb and ghostly cotton.
 

 The trees rub their limbs
 Together, entwining with 
 Gay abandon
 As an owl cries.
 

 Can you feel the magic
 In the air tonight?
 

 Ray stands before me
 Green eyes ablaze
 With sparkling passion.
 I reach out a hand
 And touch a bare shoulder
 Under soft silk.
 

 The robes part
 And he stands there
 In all his Roman glory.
 My heart's beat quickens
 As the chants grow louder.
 

 Long arms draw me in,
 Holding me close,
 Our cocks rubbing together,
 My body shuddering
 As the flames grow higher.
 

 Warm breath tickles my ear,
 "Don't be afraid."
 I nod, thanking the Goddess
 That She has given me
 This holy lover.
 

 The bonfire is ringed
 By the fruits of the harvest:
 Plump pumpkins and fleshy,
 Yellow gourds; shiny,
 Red apples and hard,
 Brown nuts.
 My hand touches him.
 

 He moans softly,
 Arching into my grasp,
 Long, lean and bronzed
 Like a Roman soldier
 With a steel-hard strength.
 

 I tremble as if
 A sweat lodge encloses me,
 The chants of the Inuit 
 Mingling with our own.
 

 His lips upon mine
 Burn like the hottest flame,
 His fingers sending jolts
 Of molten fire down my limbs.
 

 Gasping, my chest heaves
 As he pushes me to my knees,
 His cock brushing my cheek
 And I turn my head,
 Blindly seeking,
 My tongue tasting velvet heat,
 My mouth wrapping him in joy.
 

 With a gasp, his hips thrust
 Filling me with swollen love.
 I grasp slick thighs 
 Marking him with my fingers.
 He pumps, the chants growing louder,
 My ears ringing as I feed.
 Oh, Goddess!
 

 He pushes me away,
 Manhood dancing
 Before my eyes.
 With a growl
 I am swiftly turned,
 Legs yanked apart.
 Sweat eases him in
 As I cry aloud,
 Fingers digging in rich earth.
 

 *"Don't taste it, Benny!"*
 I smile at the mental words
 Flashing across my fevered brain.
 I groan, rocking with him
 As he pounds with fury,
 A man driven wild by lust,
 His blood beating with mine own.
 

 The burning scent fills my mind
 My body one with his.
 The chants spiral upward
 To touch the Lady's moon
 As Ray touches me...
 Deep inside.
 

 I shudder, my seed spilling
 To soak into the ground
 As his spills into me.
 The voices give a joyful shout 
 As we seal together,
 The Jack O'Lanterns' grin
 Melting into mine.
 

 I am Ray's.
 

 (*GILDA LILY*) (*9/27/97*)
 

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