As Springs's fingers unfurl the blossoms,
gently caressing the leaves to unfurl,
We meet at the moss covered
standing stones.

We are a pagan offering to
the Goddess,
offering our lust,
our desire,
our nectar and orgasms to her.

Clothed in just a cloak
you lay me down on the ground.
Unfurling the heavy material to
reveal my nakedness.
Your manhood strains at
the confines of its fabric lair.

Aching to bathe in my luscious
warm nectar,
Hidden in the velvet folds of
my sex.

Our eyes dark with lust and desire,
Mirror our need to join.

As you lower your breeches,
your manhood finally released,
thick, proud and erect with desire.

I offer myself to you,
My legs and mouth parted,
Nipples rosy and firm with
my arousal.

As you lower yourself onto me,
You flip me over on all fours,
eager to watch yourself plunging
in and out of my sex,
coated in my nectar.

Biting my neck in the throes
of passion,
making me moan from the
pleasure and pain

As finally the climax rises,
our bodies fused,
riding the wave of orgasmic ecstasy,
as you release your hot seed into me,
both of us sharing the intense release.

Our sexual tribute to Freya,
a worthy gift to enhance
and strengthen Springs magic,

Pagan powers of Springs glory.

As dawns fiery chariot screams
across the sky,
We cradle each other,
Spent from our sexual pleasures.