her lips
tasted of pomegranate
lush
with dripping juice
yet slightly bitter
like the falling
autumn breeze
blowing
along the nape
of my neck
i pictured her
as a girl
with dirty feet
scuffed up knees
playing
on the rocks
as the pomegranates
hung fat
on the branches
above
now
her lips are stained
deep crimson
as she looks at me
with eyes
full of hunger
her shapely legs
stretched
across my laps as i
mindlessly rub her toes
in my mind
i can only hope
that she becomes
trapped
like persephone
as a shining light
in my eternal darkness
for i am hades
my heart
belongs to her
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I enjoy your enjoyment of my enjoyment…. Enjoyment inception!!!!
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the top is still spinning
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Hehehe….
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You have a way of being erotic without being crass. I enjoyed this poem muchly. Good show! 🤘
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I enjoy your enjoyment muchly
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Is there a modern-day persephony in your writing hat?
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I have my next epic.picked out. Just need to research it. But there is always room for pomegranate kisses in the modern day
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👍😁
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