Melissa Hurst - Hidden Want

Yamin, Yamin!
Where may I find you?
When can I hold you
for a moment or more?

Yemin, Yemin!
Tell me this fate so foul
will be reversed.
Let my arms find comfort
in your house.

Let your couch be a comforter of my tears,
permit me to remember where I held
your body so lovingly.
I wish to feel the warmth and smell the scent
that your body has left there.

Allow me to watch as you feast,
bathe, and slumber.
I only want to be near your sweet simplicity.
I ache to hear your breathless moans and whispers
as you pleasure the secret flesh.

Puncture, punish, and purify me.
Damn, defile, and demand me!

You are my lord and I am your slave.
You are the dominator and I the weaker.
Discipline me with angry and lustful hands.
Scourge me with wrath from a whip.

I want to suffer by no other hands,
I want to be comforted by no other lover.

Tis your hands that I wish to bruise me until dawn
and tis your lips that I wish to cure me until dusk.

I am but a small wretch of a woman
and you a statue so stunning that
pain and pleasure will be gifts well received.

A fanatical heart yearns for just a glimpse
of your flawless foreign face.

Melissa Hurst

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