Persephone In Springtime - Poem by Pete Crowther
Persephone’s on holiday from Hell,
Released a while from Pluto’s iron spell.
It’s springtime and the air is warm and sweet,
The lovely girl walks smiling down the street.
See how her buttocks twitch from side to side
Beneath thin cotton pants to match her stride.
With every step like bobbing apples in a bowl
Alluringly they curtsey, dip and roll,
Two peaches that invite you sink your teeth
Into the firm and juicy flesh beneath.
By such allures each year she brings to birth
With lissome grace the life of Mother Earth.
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