Selfishness

Selfishness. Ok. I guess the big question is, what do I want?

I wanna wake up one morning with her sitting on top of me, gently rubbing my chest and smiling as I open my eyes.

I wanna wake up one morning and give her a kiss so that she turns into a beautiful princess all over again.

I wanna have breakfast in bed.

I want her to eat it off of me.

I want to get an erection every time I hug her, just to know my body and sub-conscious love her as much as I do.

I want her to smile thankfully and say, "That's ok," every time.

I wanna feel both happy and torn every time she leaves to go somewhere for a long while.

I wanna know she's smiling when I call her when she's away.

I want to sit next to her on a hill and just sit there with her.

I want her to nestle in.

I want to keep seeing all the stars and sparkles and everything in her eyes.

I want her to burst into tears with a poem I'd write about that.

I want to go somewhere with her.

I want her to say yes. I wanna let myself make love.

I want her to smile warmly and nestle in close to me with the simple thought of it, no matter what.

I want her to give me a mug of hot chocolate. I want to give her a mug of hot chocolate. Then I want us both to smile...for the same reason. As a writer, it's perfectly ok to recognize yourself and have wants as well as needs, however, after saving a bunch of them in this file, I would have rather had a reason not to.

After all ... I have all those list ...