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
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 5:58 PM UTC
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