Selfish Sonnet

I want to pluck eyelashes from your face;
I want to cover your sandpaper skin in lotion;
I want to fold your dimples into place;
I want to help you  colour your every emotion;

I want to smooth your crinkled nose when you sneeze;
I want be the salt in your every tear;
I want whispers through hair - a secret breeze;
I want to trace my finger over contours of ear;

I want to be the song stuck within – you’re heady;
A rhythm surging through your limbs until
Your feet can no longer bear to hold themselves steady;
I’ll electrify your body to a thrill.

I swear, I want to be less selfish, sweet:
But I want you more than I want that feat.