Madonnas by Firelight

The warm Spring made us think of camping and the

boys built a big fire to keep

Spring’s heat alive into the night when some

berk with a Blackberry found it was

Beltane when it behoved us to dance

naked round the flames and we hooted and

laughed and shouted “NO!” but the

bottled beers and the craik

cracked our shells and clothes were shed with

whoops of embarrassed excitement and we

danced naked in the firelight, even

podgy Judy looked amazing with her

tits flying, our hair

whipping round our faces and the

sparks from the fire shooting up as our

boys revealed mens’ erections and

Spring ended up properly fertilised.