"What if I only wanted her for her body? What if I only wanted to greet her in the morning with my lips and tell her good night the same way?

What if I only wanted her for her hand? So I could hold her hand as tightly as possible, have her grip in my own and wrap her in my arms. Touch her every corner and curve and tease her until she touched me back.

What if I only wanted her for her eyes? To pierce deeply into my soul and read my mind. Connect with my own eyes and have a private conversation in a code only she can understand. With each passing glance she would know exactly how I feel and that I care about her.

What if I only wanted her for her feet? To walk with me during the hard times and kick away the crap that plagued my being. To stamp down with authority in her own opinions and get a running start surprising me by taking the initiative to jump at any moment she sees fit.

What if I only wanted her for her chest? Something I could lay my head on and listen to the measure of her heart, and how much of it beats for me when I’m near. Something to make me remember “if you respect her, you’ll look at her in the eyes when she’s talking to you.”

What if I only wanted her for her backside? Something to sneak up on and wrap my arms around for nothing but the simple pleasure of feeling her against me. Just a subtle way to remind her that through everything “I’ve got her back.”

So, whats wrong if I only wanted her for her body?”