Selfish

I am absurdly selfish.
If only because I want you.

I want you to know that you have an amazing ass and it's a shame you have to sit on it.
I want to admire your insides like it's the Vatican.
I want to say "hi" to whatever it is that's hiding behind your zipper.
I want to spend your next day off getting you off.
I want to start by passionately kissing your lips and then move up to your belly button.
I want to put my thingy into your thingy.
I want to spit in your cave.
I want to attempt pregnancy with you and fail repeatedly.
I want you to go down on me like gravity.
I want to make a mess in your mouth.
I want you to know my motives go beyond the physical.

I want to thank whatever motivated two people to become horny and produce you.
I want a pet penguin.

I want to know the name of this land-locked diety before me.
I want to get your number so I can send you random text messages.
"random"
send.
I want you to know that I have a playful personality.

I want the only problem my eye to ever face is you stuck in it.
I want to pick up a GPS device so I can be okay when I get lost in your eyes.
I want to know if Google Maps has directions to your heart.
I want to be a well of never-ending happiness that you can draw upon.
I want you to be the woman that's the beginning & the end for each chapter of my remaining life.

I want good things to happen to good people like you.

If anything... this is my hand.
I want it to shake yours and get to know you better.

Because I'm selfish.