Needing You

I hear you call and know you need a hand.

I come to you to show myself the man

Who’s privileged to care for you, defend your dreams and cheer for you

Yet try not show my need to know

You’re needing me . . .  You’re needing me.

 

I rub your back, your shoulders, neck and arms

Your moans and groans betray your trusting charms

And when your feet are tired & sore, One by one, I glad rub more

Yet try not show I love to know

You’re needing me . . .  You’re needing me.

 

Just when we’re nestled down to sleep at last,

You softly share — your thirst forgot its glass

I rise and turn the lights back on, & soon return, your brave Don Juan

Yet try not show, ’tis joy to know

You’re needing me . . .  You’re needing me.

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