My Seven Pounds Poem by Tiana Tucker

I need a sculpted shoulder, to cry on.

I need a defined back, to lightly press my forehead against.

I need a muscular waist, to hold on to.

When he turns around, I need a set of beautiful eyes that don't hurt when I look into them.

I need a bold chest, to lay my cheek upon.

I need legs, stronger and longer than mine; that can stand when I can't.

And when I get weak, I need toned arms, to wholed me.