For The Cherished Poem by Melissa Hurst

I yearn for that dear heart
that gave me breath
and took me beyond the earth.

My ear near his voice I hear,
so true and so enchanting
that I know no other truth
nor charm.

No matter of his heart's standing,
mine remains stamped
by the love I have
forever proclaimed.

For if his only want is carnality,
I will gladly satisfy
and embrace the ache
that will ravage my heart.

And after he has withdrawn from me,
I will weep for the master
of my will.
For he is the only one worthy
of my will and my heart.

No other lips I wish to deserve
for it is his that I preserve.
No others hips I hope to hold
for it is his that I behold.
And no other eyes I yearn to meet,
for it is his that I greet.

O, he delivers me
to the highest heights
while lights are dim
and shadows cry out.
My lips are parched
and he hydrates me with his issue.
Water cannot compare to his discharged lust.

His curses I do revere
and his urges I ache to bear!
Careless am I,
heedless of agony's whispers
and warnings.
But I cast them aside
to hear the long-awaited 'Hello'.

And for the greeting
I have sold my soul
without a request of requited longing.


And I advertise my will for his full authority o'er me.