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What I need
is a pair of strong hands, not my own.
Hands with sensative fingers and strong thumbs.
Hands that can find all the wrong places in my neck and make them right again.
Hands that can soothe the aches of the day, the terrors of the night and the little things that get in the way.
What I need
is a pair of eyes deeper than the sea.
Eyes that look to the heart of the matter.
Eyes that see into the heart of me.
Eyes that take in the beauty and the sorrow, convey the life and love and wake up beside me tomorrow.
What I need
is a pair of subtle lips.
Lips that can tell me the truth despite the cost.
Lips that will be friends in the darkness against my skin.
Lips that smile, sigh and never question why.
What I need
is a pair of souls.
Souls half mine.
Souls intertwined.
Souls that can reach to the stars, shine into the skies and revitalize the most tired lips hands and eyes.
What I need
is another me.
Me to be for me what I am not for myself.
Me that can be my friend when I have no one else.
Me who is not me, yet me just the same and has another body with another name.
What I need......is you.
Scary how fast this one came out, but I hope you all like it.
It's not the wolf you see you should fear, but all the ones he howls with. Don't be afraid of the song, but don't piss off the choir.
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