Mm... Beguiling Hades’ (Shapeshifter- Queen Persephone)

I need a new angle for my thesis, Tote, for my mythology class          
If I had to pick a Goddess outside of my Yoruba Divine Goddesses, I would pick, my girl, Persephone          
Nubian, and was a sexy Goddess who planted flowers, and then got swept up to go down under to the darken colder mass          
It must have worked it quieted that fallen Archangel, who, with every entity always prepared for an unsuspected clash          
If I have to write about this other heart who beats to the rhythm of mine          
I would have to say he is smooth, ahead of his own soul in the passage of time          
Tote..          
Hey, are you listening to me or staring at all those the camera lights          
         
I suppose, I will just write it out          
It's a smoothing feeling to be blending and entwined in the cocoon of his poetic tongue          
His best artwork is written all over my kitty cat          
His sentiments are inscribed all over me heart          
Poetic whispers he teases me about, got my body freefalling to an easy groove          
Like a Sun-Day Grand Rising, if I have to tenderly gloat          
Pleased as my mind slowly catching up, it's still on that vibing float          
Then states at me because he says he like when my mouth move          
         
Then you know his birthday month, will we be roaring in here          
Those celestial twinkling stars I see is the distance          
Smooth, arrogant, and movement in his persistence          
         
That man, mm... that Scorpion King has my intellectual just a reeling          
Spinning all in his brain food, his mental presence, his scent, it does smell soooo good, on him what a mmm feeling          
It's like cashmere when I am quickly disrobing to get some of his hard thrusting family jewels gets me all woozy once it's overspilling          
Oh, I hope no one ever finds this journal entry and read this, and think it is him on my mind          
The who my bellowing kisses on cloud nine          
I will just blame it on that one glass of wine          
And still be tickled pink when he be all up in my wet yoni sublime          
Okay, hang on tote, here is the poem, if you jump off the bed, the poem gets rip from journal entry          
     
Its titled, Mm... Hades’ Beguiling (Shapeshifter- Persephone)                 
Now if I was that Greek Goddess, Persephone          
Her story is phenomenal, a Goddess with birth growing seeds of vegetation,          
And the kissed by the dew of bees and birds of Sunshine devoid of light, its Hades’ undertones          
The liberation under the captivity of my seasonal home, still bringing my Heavenly Psalms          
I there anyone here, before, I drop one step down          
Where the darkness is the sway of your energy sound          
What eyes have seen on reality          
If you did not believe, then the underworld shall be your duality          
         
Okay, Tote, that Goddess is too conventional, how about if she resided in this 3-D dimension, hum,          
what would be her thoughts as she sits in her castle of Golden Power          
The calling of the night heard from Your Majestic High Tower          
         
Hell, and no redemption          
We welcome those who do not live accordingly, the suicidal, the whoremongers and their sad twilight conventions       
The unjust, and the unrighteous no matter which lived in dimension          
The opposite side of good, and I must mention          
Na’ll, we like to call it, Hades down here          
Our times in the midst of nightfall, passion to allure, temptation, sin without tears          
Mm… the softness of my animated suspension          
From Transylvania to the Caribbean Islands, in humanity's convictions          
         
The rebirth of the sea, Pirates, unto the land          
Vikings, here in this society you now have, child, woman, and still in the Creator's image, man        
There is a Queen who rules her court, upon the dark clouds surrounding her throne          
The rebirth from vegetation to pyre of burning stones          
Do not cross this threshold if you would like to atone          
         
You know there is no darken realm of fire for the Moorish hued, a place where our melanin hues will never patrol          
Or the nativity of soul will never be consoled          
It's that melanin mixture of electron pathos, and neutron, and stir in that Pathos Ethos, and Logos          
A beautiful and to encase a soul          
         
The pentacle my bed of lust, his beloved from Heaven to earth                
His chase, reeling me back into his kingdom for a clandestine affair rebirth                
Soft kisses up my legs to my inviting soft fold lips                
His arousal for me locked in time of an once tryst that floated amidst                
Reminisces of yesterday’s handsome Angel, oh thy fallen Morning Star                
In Heaven, we once were concealed loves entwined, beyond the dark clouds and even far          
Immortally your reign coveted Venus, wooed on the bed of Mars          
         
I wonder was she really rebirth in time, let me rewrite her in another light, the. the seductress, ooo..the sultry tempest                 
Kisses to my inner thighs                
Anger of refusal to join him in his fiery demise                
Spreading my thighs wider, for such wicked games                
Calling out unto him in the height of passion his many names                
love each and every word              
         
Deep inside me, sucking my tits, pulling me closer, splitting my pussy walls with controlled dick hits                  
My pussy gloving his wondrous gifts                  
Demanded me to kneel to my knees            
Mouth open, his girth invading, suckling down his seeds                      
Turning me over, sniffing his treasure                  
His palms gripping my hips, in Angelic language proclaiming my scent in hell for all to measure                  
            
His long tongue trailing up the curvature of my spine                  
Wetting my back, tasting my skin, cupping my breasts, telling me on earth, he’s all mine                  
Lifting my ass up, legs linking around the back of his neck, grunting, seducing my body, now my mind                  
As my mouth take him deeper, Haitian caramel coated surprise sixty-nine                  
Sexing, pleasing me until the break of sunrise                  
                  
Nails embedded in my supple skin                  
My juices in slow motion, on his tongue mend                  
His concubines they savor my flavor off his tongue, my juices to their mouth smoothly blend, he lends                  
Mm… what a feeling, unbeknown to this world                  
An escaped Queen of the Damn, his earthly concubine, Hades’ celestial scented pearl          
         
         
And that was her story…this Goddess who once walked upon Land and ruled Hades seasonal... I think….           
Oh, maybe I should not keep this…just in case I lose this journal in a blink          
         
     
Interesting Fact          
         
In astrology, the zodiac sign Scorpio is often associated with Hades, the Greek God of the underworld. This connection is due to Scorpio’s themes of death, transformation, and the hidden depths of the human psyche, which align with Hades’ domain over the underworld and the afterlife.          
         
Scorpios are known for their intensity, mystery, and ability to undergo profound transformations, much like Hades’ role in Greek mythology.          
         
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