Even On The 28th Day Poem by Melissa Hurst

Even as my body is due to suffer,
I still yearn for touch.
As fresh blood flows,
desire grows beyond recognition.

A damp and damned sheath welcomes
your finger and your sword.
Pierce me to ease the pain.
Let us fight against the affliction
that tortures my body and emotions.

Bathe your secret in my inner waterfall.
Chastise the night with my endless
shouts of woe and willingness.
Let the cold of the night air
become warm between us.

Spread me apart
under the pale moonlight.
Caress my tender breasts
with your untamed hands.
Soothe my quivering lips
with your calming kiss.


Would you pursue me, even on the 28th day?