O this hankering, hunger for
More of what I never had
Eats my brains, drives me out of sane
Into some new potential
Kundalini rising, explosions
Without pain

Enough delays, enough excuses
This train has waited too long
On that dead-end spur
My fur needs stroking
And so do other things,
But forget your blind poking
I don’t do that no more

I need somebody with eyes in
His fingers and ears
In his skin
Somebody who knows it’s
Never too late to begin

I need somebody
who cares more about
The feeling than the look
Who won’t make me wrong
For how long it took

I need
somebody ready
I need
somebody now

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