I’m convinced that the hard fought wars are internal

Ego, guilt and shame

Never dealing with hurt

Praying the next relationship won’t be the same

Many tender hearts are losing

In this game of love and war

Desiring a love that grips at the waist

And narrows at the feet

Knows when to communicate

And always remains discreet

Something that feels special

Because the connection is unique

Hoping for a love that cares out loud

But in regards to intimacy…

Doesn’t utter a sound

Utilizing discretion about what’s going down

Love is beautiful

But respect is profound

Love always, Esha <3