Selfish - Poem by kawambee thomas
Would it be selfish of me to blind the world so another man could never envision you
Would it be selfish of me to only share the air you breathe so you would never be contaminated by the impurities of the world?
Would it be selfish of me to stop time only for you to live another second
Would it be selfish of me to wish I was your hands so I could touch you as frequently as possible?
Is it selfish of me to be jealous of the blanket that comforts you when I’m not around
Would it be selfish of me to be envious of the blanket that relaxes your body as you wind down?
Why couldn’t I be your tongue tasting every food that you love most
I’m crying every moment not being the gloss as you gently rub across your luscious lips
Dying inside as that rag moves between your thighs
Wishing to be that water as it beads up on your body streaming down to your feet
My mental is going crazy now not being that towel as it wraps you keeping your body warm so that chill won’t take over
I’m pacing back and forth while your bra covers our future child’s source of nourishments
My hearts ready to explode not being those panties as it covers and protects the very thing that shelters and gave transformation to me at one point in time
Damn why can’t I be the fragrance you wear when you step outside
Why can’t I be the air that breezes by?
Can I be another mans nose that senses your smell when you walk by
Can I just be 1 of the 5 senses of every day life?
I want to see you just to fantasize
I want to hear you just to function right
I want to smell you when I close my eyes
I want to taste you to settle my appetite
I want to touch you in case I die.
I can’t help these selfish tendencies. I’m just a man that craves for you and you only.
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