Even as my body is due to suffer, <br />I still yearn for touch. <br />As fresh blood flows, <br />desire grows beyond recognition. <br /> <br />A damp and damned sheath welcomes <br />your finger and your sword. <br />Pierce me to ease the pain. <br />Let us fight against the affliction <br />that tortures my body and emotions. <br /> <br />Bathe your secret in my inner waterfall. <br />Chastise the night with my endless <br />shouts of woe and willingness. <br />Let the cold of the night air <br />become warm between us. <br /> <br />Spread me apart <br />under the pale moonlight. <br />Caress my tender breasts <br />with your untamed hands. <br />Soothe my quivering lips <br />with your calming kiss. <br /> <br /> <br />Would you pursue me, even on the 28th day?<br /><br />Melissa Hurst<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/even-on-the-28th-day/
