careless kisses
fumbled apologies
clumsy hands

parched lips
thighs craving
eyes wandering

she thinks your lips
drip liquid gold
words like
gilded treasures
meandering between
the soft curve of your shape
drinking your nectar
Persephone's tether to Hades

working her way
inside
she knows
it works

for when the gold
fades to ***** grey
your eyes
speak lies
yet your lips
beg me to stay

husk of the seed stale on my tongue
I do not move