Yule: Ray    *YULE: RAY*  *By GILDA LILY*  *Rated NC-17 for m/m sex. 
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 (c) December 5, 1997 

 Aah, I love
 Sitting here
 By the fire
 After a good meal.
 Dief sighs,
 And I touch his fur.
 

 The fresh, outdoorsy
 Scent of our tree
 Tickles my nose.
 It smells like Benny:
 Clean, fresh, and pure. 

 I open one eye
 And see him gazing
 Into the fire.
 Thinking of home?
 I hope he considers
 That me.
 Still, he must miss
 the vast, endless snows,
 And biting-cold winds.
 I know it's in his blood.
 Goddess,
 He looks gorgeous
 In the fire's glow!
 It should be illegal
 To look so scrumptious
 In human form.
 

 The firelight plays
 In soft, brown hair
 Shining golden in
 The blaze's heat.
 

 Oh, Benny-love.
 

 He looks at me
 And I run my tongue
 Across my lips,
 Delighted at 
 His rosy blush.
 Red suits him.
 

 I claim my place
 Beside him, and claim
 His mouth as well.
 Oh, Goddess,
 Always grant me
 His precious love.
 As I probe deeper
 And he moans against me,
 I know Heaven.
 

 My hands slide up
 Warm skin
 Beneath the sweater
 I love so much.
 He's trembling,
 My touch bringing
 His nipples alive
 And I lower him
 To lay beneath me.
 

 He smells so good,
 I can't get enough
 As my face rubs
 Over piney skin.
 I pull down his pants,
 His legs parting,
 And my cock seeks 
 Him out,
 Thrusting deep and hard.
 Little cries music
 To my ears
 As the fire crackles
 And our passion flares.
 

 My greatest gift
 From a loving Goddess.
 

 I've opened my present
 And taken pleasure
 In what's inside
 A most beautiful
 Package
 And now
 It's Benny's turn
 To pull on the bow
 And let the wrapping fall
 To reveal hidden treasures.
 

 Blessed Yule. 

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