Loneliness has become my companion, and the days are long and full of nothingness. My body aches with desire to be held and loved, and meaningless sex quenches not my thirst for loving indulgence. The lack there of is not the touch of a man’s hand, but the meaning behind it. The feeling of safety and security and wantonness in a man’s arms my mind fails to remember. Just once a want the sweet nothings in my ear to say more than how good my body feels... Please, somebody love me! Love me for more than just my sex, love me for who I am, love me for the person I make you. Just once I want to be held with arms of compassion and told that everything will be ok. Just once I want to be told how beautiful I am without the verbal snare of false reasons. Make love to my soul, touch my heart. My body has been loved by many... but my heart in uncharted to all.

Catlin L. Crawford

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