Exalt Poem by Melissa Hurst

Exalt

Rating: 5.0


My heart is your footstool
My soul is your battlefield
But can you claim me for anything?

My body is your bread
My breasts are your pillows
Am I worthy of a shrine?

I raise your name above the world
I let it be known that you are what I want
What else can I prove?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chuck Sanford 25 August 2008

I like the way this poem sounds. And we do tend worship our lovers.

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Marvin Brato 07 January 2008

We always exalt those we love! Good write, I enjoy it! a 10.

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