Yamin, Yamin! <br />Where may I find you? <br />When can I hold you <br />for a moment or more? <br /> <br />Yemin, Yemin! <br />Tell me this fate so foul <br />will be reversed. <br />Let my arms find comfort <br />in your house. <br /> <br />Let your couch be a comforter of my tears, <br />permit me to remember where I held <br />your body so lovingly. <br />I wish to feel the warmth and smell the scent <br />that your body has left there. <br /> <br />Allow me to watch as you feast, <br />bathe, and slumber. <br />I only want to be near your sweet simplicity. <br />I ache to hear your breathless moans and whispers <br />as you pleasure the secret flesh. <br /> <br />Puncture, punish, and purify me. <br />Damn, defile, and demand me! <br /> <br />You are my lord and I am your slave. <br />You are the dominator and I the weaker. <br />Discipline me with angry and lustful hands. <br />Scourge me with wrath from a whip. <br /> <br />I want to suffer by no other hands, <br />I want to be comforted by no other lover. <br /> <br />Tis your hands that I wish to bruise me until dawn <br />and tis your lips that I wish to cure me until dusk. <br /> <br />I am but a small wretch of a woman <br />and you a statue so stunning that <br />pain and pleasure will be gifts well received. <br /> <br />A fanatical heart yearns for just a glimpse <br />of your flawless foreign face.<br /><br />Melissa Hurst<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hidden-want/
