I am woman

I am woman

I have two shoulders, both soft and strong. That you may rest you head upon and will absorb the things that weigh you down.
I have two hands, tender and gentle. They can mend your wounds, those that can be seen and those that lay within.
I have a body with curves, supple and sweet, to wrap yourself around and keep you warm at night.
I have these lips, full and learned, with the magic of a mother they can kiss away the world, they can be your morphine.

I am woman.

I need someone, someone to hold me tight and keep me safe, a champion of sorts, to be a protector
I need a man, who has priorities that I do not, the other side of my balance, to keep me rounded and keep me in check.
I need a partner, to hold my hand and
lighten the load, to help clear the path and take on life with.
I need a friend, with an ear to listen and a mind to match wits with, with whom to share laughter and sometimes tears.

I am Woman

I am many things both beautiful and terrible. I have strength with weaknesses to match and gaps to be filled. I need to be cared for more than I care to admit and I long to find my other, my imperfect fit.