I want someone to call my own
Maybe someone to make me moan
Never to be alone when it matters the most
Not having to share my mind body and soul with a fool that promises gold
Getting caught up in the moment of passion and pleasure sometimes brings pain
My heart cries for affection
My mind yearns for stimulation
My body quivers for soft kisses and intimate touches
My eyes desire to be windows of my soul for one to look into
My hair just wants to be played in, some brush strokes or finger tips braised across my scalp
Not wanting to share just wanting someone to care, never to stare in disappointment
But wanting to know how to help me grow
Achieve a new beginning reaching for a higher ground.

By Starshema Lightfoot


Star, I am still amazed at knowing that you write! Keep them coming!!

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