Crush
I yearn for the way
you look at me
my cheeks, and how
easily they flush
at the very hint
of your smile
I can't help but blush
you soft caress
across my cheek
makes my knees weak
the whole world
hold us in a hush
I wonder if this be
love or lust?
Copyright © Heather Hill | Year Posted 2010
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