Soul Mate

I have those rough hands stuck at the tips of my waist.
Your sorrow-filled eyes full of beauty kept in the back of my mind.
I wonder from time to time are those words you feed me filling me up enough?
If not you should feed me something a little more sweet than sexy.
I know your games, I've played them-
don’t worry I find them quite lovely and unique.
Everybody has a soul, it just happens
yours is beautiful and is my mate.