Melissa Hurst

Gallery Of Obsession

Ah, Rara Avis, this room I shall
Never abandon
For I will dine in front of your images
And be overwhelmed by wine
To comfort the agony in my heart.

My immaculate king
I lust and thirst for thee
I long to be your footstool
I welcome your feet to take rest
Upon my empty back.

Or rest yourself upon my heart
Your presence bears no burden
But your absence afflicts me
Only I can soothe it
By seclusion in my exhibit
That praises only you.

Your full lips I gaze upon
I remember how my tongue
Traveled along the edges of them
And how they suckled my breasts
And labored between my thighs
O, don't you know that you
Remain forever in my favor!

My back would gladly break
To supply your wants and needs
My lips would always be
Your excited servant
No matter how far into the night
Nor early in the morn
I pine to obey you!

I stand helplessly in front
Of the many images of you
And utter these unheard words
To your paper face
As I carefully pet it
Tis time for slumber
And to receive images of you
In my dreaming mind.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 28, 2008

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Comments about Gallery Of Obsession by Melissa Hurst

  • Badi Kerena (1/28/2008 4:22:00 AM)

    Wow. Did he really do that? I mean, the thigh labouring thing?

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