The Heroes of Persephone

She sits on the throne of the dead
While her cruel husband visits battlefields.
Loneliness sets its way in
And then fantasies begin.

Persephone watches fallen heroes with hungry eyes
Images of Achilles wets her thighs.
Longing and lust awakens from loneliness.
Bringing about immortal horniness.

Cold dead fingers bone the moistness
Until she reaches orgasmic voices.
Dripping juices on obsidian floors
From the twat of the underworld whore.

She spies Hector with a Trojan
With his sharp eyes roving
Over her lithe undead flesh.
She wishes for his caress.

But there stands Heracles with his bulge
His muscles glisten for her indulge.
She longs for his powerful embrace,
Just for a little taste.

Masturbation while sipping Pomegranate juice
Messaging while she’s spreading loose.
Staring at Jason’s Argonaut,
In his loincloth, muscles nice and taunt.

But too soon her lord returns
And she loses her longing burns.
Hades, with his crown of shadows
Never even sees her.