Searching for love but settling for sex
a broken heart hidden beneath my breast
from past pains and lingering remorse
finding love is no easy course.
physical attraction is enough to pass the time
emotional & mental connections never transpire
making love to my body
never to my mind
body fulfilled
He'll never help my heart heal
my mind longs for more
that sensual allure of conversation
my senses soar
About the Creator
Edkesha Anderson
A public admin doctoral student that freelances by night. Writing has always been a part of my life but I've only recently started to take it seriously. I write grants, research, and poetry. Hopefully, I will also add travel to the list.
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