Selfish, yea, maybe.

gone a night, and all I want to do when you return, dusty, dirty with grease and oil, is grab your face and kiss it. Damn, I'm hooked. I find I want you, all of you, but I can't; and I have to remind myself of this. I want to snake myself around you, envelope you, and make you mine completely but the marriage vow holds me back. You flirt and tempt and tease, and to be sure a part wants to answer, but just can't. The stolen kisses have been delicious, but I cant see myself going further no matter how much I really want to. I crossed that line one life before, I won't do so again; no matter the lust and the temptation.