Seismic Needs
when I sleep I cling
to the satin of your skin.
I breath your pheromones
and store your essence in my mind
to take out periodically
and weave you through my soul,
inhaling the need into my core
the addiction of my soul.
The basis of my world has shifted
like the plates of the continent
your shakes become my quake
and I fall crumbled at your need.
I could no longer define myself
as anything less than your half.
Whether it is better or worse
I leave to your discernment.
Daily I endeavor to better
the parts of me you need,
for if you are complete and strong
my happiness is complete.
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