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 touchIs it him
Is it me
Do I see what I see?I promise myself
This electric rush will pass
This mere crush won’t lastYet 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 notStill…
I crave it
envision it
and taste itSuch torment
Such pleasure
This headlong rush
this tempting crush…© VCN
