to a fallen goddess

She comes on softly with pitiful cries,
Lust in her smile, and her heart between her thighs.
She grasps her heart with both her hands,
Grinding along to her favorite bands.

My mouth goes down to where her love resides,
Spreading her lips to see her soul inside.
Carefully sucking off all who have been here before,
My tongue gently stroking my favorite whore.

I beg her to release her heart, please
(I'm already on my knees),
And to let herself be worth more than this.
All I can taste is what's left from her last piss.

She gasps and her breathing becomes bold,
Releasing her heart only to strengthen her hold.
I dream of the day I won't have to smell this mold.
And when she won't be quite as cold.

At least down here it's ninety eight point six degrees.
Let yourself be worth more than this, these are my pleas.