A LITTLE POETRY…

I wrote this a time ago. It’s mine. I feel like sharing…

CRUSHING

It’s just a crush
the way he smiles
a smile meant for me
the way his eyes look
straight into mine
And what does he see?

I can’t push aside
this longing inside
so new, yet not
Do I want it to stop?

This yearning
this pleasure
a torture I savor…

Does he know
what he does
with each word
without a touch

Is it him
Is it me
Do I see what I see?

I promise myself
This electric rush will pass
This mere crush won’t last

Yet the fantasies persist-
the flavor of his kiss…
his hands upon my skin…
sweet whispers warm in my hair…

Am I falling,
lying to myself?
I’ll get over this!
Without his lips
without his touch
without a word warm or not

Still…

I crave it
envision it
and taste it

Such torment
Such pleasure
This headlong rush
this tempting crush…

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