Crush
Tickle my fancy with winged words
heart is dancing spirit stirred
you love me with the love of the lord
and it feels so pure as gold sun rays
love to hear you talk sigh pray say anything
you are not aware of my crush
I dare not reveal it for fear of spirits
like lust creeping in but I am smitten
The way you walk how you confess
I see you but hide myself for fear
of tempting you as you recite
scripture by heart oh what a light
you are my secrete crush.
Copyright © Karen Jones | Year Posted 2021
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