I need a sculpted shoulder, to cry on. <br /> <br />I need a defined back, to lightly press my forehead against. <br /> <br />I need a muscular waist, to hold on to. <br /> <br />When he turns around, I need a set of beautiful eyes that don't hurt when I look into them. <br /> <br />I need a bold chest, to lay my cheek upon. <br /> <br />I need legs, stronger and longer than mine; that can stand when I can't. <br /> <br />And when I get weak, I need toned arms, to wholed me.<br /><br />Tiana Tucker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-seven-pounds/
