Wrote this for aa friend of mine a while back:
Let Us Dance!
Let us dance! Let the earth become fertile writhing with sensual lust longing for the seeds of the young god implanting them into her womb with each thrust of his hips. Let us dance! Let us celebrate the dance of Beltane! As we slither our nakedness about the fire as the flames reach upwards, licking the clouds. Let us dance! As the blood of fertility boils, flowing to the groin, nipples hardening, organs stiffening, juices swirling. Let us dance! Let us encircle the flames voices raised high in chanting praise, the liquors heating us to our very souls. Let us dance! As the mists close themselves upon us tickling our naked bodies, the dew mingling with our yearning sweat as we ache to join as one. Let us dance! As the faeries emerge from the mists to rejoice the rising into manhood of the young god. Let us dance! As the goddess receives the young god into her arms, sweat mingling, rapture rising, bodies joining, chanting intensifying, flames violent, desire amplifies, tramping intensely, mists churning, bodies squirming, fluids mingling, seeds embedding. Let us dance!