Black Honey

A chubby, short, and curvy woman,
often married into money.
Her name was Iphigenia,
but people called her Honey.

Her skin was tan and hair was black,
and carpet matched the drapes.
She’d rest Prosecco on her ass
and hear the moans’ escapes.

Honey liked the lavish life,
and she would sure admit,
accepting marriage from old men,
though never take their shit.

But Honey, we knew, lured them in,
with ass and cunt divine,
fucking them to cum-caked bliss,
and prenups? She’d not sign.

But still, our Honey’d never worry,
not once about divorce,
even with her marriages
awry and fiercely coarse.

Because, the thing about old men
is that they always die,
and since they’re old and poor in health,
few people’d wonder why.

So she would simply wait, if well,
and if the marriage poor,
she’d slip some poison in their tea,
and watch as they met floor.

Still Honey, as the widow black,
was fine as fine could be,
and knowing this, I’d fuck her too,
just not accept her tea.