Imbolc: Benny     *IMBOLC: BENNY* 

                           *By GILDA LILY* 

                           (Rated NC-17 for 
                              m/m sex) 
                         (c) January 21, 1998 

                           The earth feels good 
                           Under my fingers 
                           As I breathe deeply 
                           Of its rich scent. 

                           Dief gambols 
                           Like a pup, 
                           And Ray is sighing 
                           At my Nature Boy 
                           routine, as he 
                           Calls it. 
                           But I only smile 
                           And know that 
                           He loves me. 

                           The days grow longer 
                           And brighter 
                           As I dream 
                           Of a room lit 
                           By a hundred 
                           Candles, 
                           The sign of Imbolc, 
                           The sign of love. 

                           He comes to my bed 
                           And lays his hand 
                           Upon my chest 
                           As I part my legs, 
                           Eager for his touch. 

                           Naked and lean, 
                           Green eyes glowing, 
                           He hovers, 
                           And I await 
                           His lips on mine 
                           As he leans down 
                           And twists my tongue 
                           With his wicked one. 

                           His cock is ready, 
                           Nudging against my ass, 
                           And I plead silently 
                           For him to plunge 
                           Deep within. 

                           Aahh! 
                           The candles' flames 
                           Flicker as I cry 
                           Out my love, 
                           And he fills me 
                           With burning flesh 
                           And I can only 
                           Gasp for more. 

                           Our blood is one, 
                           Our bodies tight 
                           Together, 
                           His hands on me 
                           While I grasp 
                           The headboard. 
                           Being ridden 
                           With surefire 
                           Skill. 
  
                           My body groans 
                           And all my love 
                           Spills out 
                           In pearl-white 
                           Goodness 
                           As he fills me, 
                           Hotter than a 
                           Candle's flame. 

                           O, Goddess! 
                           May it always be 
                           Thus. 
  
  

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