Come, my divine lover, Beltane is nigh and the moon rises again. Come, my Stag King, come woo your May Queen.
The fires of Bel warm us and draw us near. Dance with me, my love, we will fan the flames with our passion. Strip off your trappings and expose yourself to me. Let us walk through the flames, burn away all negative influence, burn away the past. Together we are reborn, rising from the ashes, purified, protected.
We are nature’s most ancient love story, God and Goddess, Mother Earth and Father Sky. Separated too long, the world rejoices at our reunion. Let my feminine energy wrap around your May Pole, intwined we create divine balance.
Lay with me in the garden. Feel the magic and power of our union. Our sacred orgasm blesses the land. Give me your seed, my love, impregnate your May Queen with your essence. What wonderful expression our combined energies create.
Let us love with abandon. I am waiting.
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