Just Manoe · Sep 17, 2026
Making love to Persiphone
Play to hear in the writer's voice
On a winter's dusk
a shy sun seated on
Persiphone's glorious ass
hurled its golden rays
at my frozen face
Death's wife walked down
a horizon's frozen slopes
Draped in sunflowers, tulips, fuchsias
a garland of camellias around her neck
and a wreath of roses on her head
Lust rode her silken mounds
her pointed nipples eloquent
about the goddess's intentions
and I was the mortal to bring
her to her wobbly knees
to help her forget death's frozen cock
I tore away her silken koan
and thrust to the hilt
my little napoleon charged with the task
of conquering a goddess
One stroke and there was nectar
its scent wafting in the air
with the fury of lightning
two strokes and there were buzzing bees
worshipping the goddess and biting my ass
three strokes and butterflies broke their cocoons
ready to lap all the gifts of spring
four strokes and a light shower warmed my thighs
five strokes and there was death at the door
Hades just in time to see his horny wife
cum on a mortal's cock
That's why I live life
with no tomorrow in mind