No clue this time

Red and wet and full to the brim,
Am I when i am healthy,
and I desire success and fame,
And always to be wealthy.

But deeper still I hold inside,
the needing to be held,
I want to find another of me,
And too it, i will meld.

But with the holes that cover me,
Hard I am to fit
And even to come closer too
The who my story writ'.

Indeed my need for Love is great,
And yet is greater still,
The desire for for this body of mine
of Red - To have it's fill.