Crushing On a King
I feel all flushed when I hear that voice
Even if he is not talking to me
Too soon to be love but I am moist
In my deepest southern sea
Brown eyes a fade make me feel displaced
Can’t see green forest for brown tree
Tree of a man handsome frame and face
Wish he would come talk to me
What would I say is it good taste
Don’t want to seem too forward
His smile is jade green jewel I trace
My ebony eyes sharp as a sword.
He doesn’t wear a ring and I am hoping
He is single and not too shy
If I am his type maybe we catch a bite
If I get him to just say hi.
Copyright © Karen Jones | Year Posted 2023
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