CRUSH ...

The feeling seems over powering , and it almost chokes me, I stutter when I speak and my pupils dilate at  the thought of you walking by, you’re a mystery to me, I have heard you speak so often I think I have memorized your voice. I have an idea of what your touch will feel like soft & hard.

My lips are soft and pink but when I feel your gaze they seem to pale and the idea that one day we will lock lips makes my African skin blush.  I am such a mush when it comes to you.

A date with you will be like a walk on the beach with sand passing through my shoes , we could do anything , bowling, computer games, parks and it will still be fun cause I have my eyes on you. Your laughter is like a kegite Kong. Some may find it offensive but it kick starts mine, I laugh at the way you laugh. 

I stare at you while you drive because I can’t believe your real but in the end you’re just a guy who enjoys 
having me around.

My talks don’t drive you mad. What manner of man may you be? Because I have never met one so allured. 
Some endure but you adore.

As I anger as a driver overtakes us on a bend, you calm me down with loads of blend like:  why let men dither your splendor, why relent on being so gay? I smile at this and all ends well in the end, you’re now my 
mentor.

Your decorum, your chivalry makes me feel like a princess and in you I have found my knight, though 
sometimes with your buddies you seem far gone but with me you’re tame and well born.

With this my letter peaks, as our eyes meet I look away, because in the end I must, my lust must not get the ,best, and you are just another crush. So I walk away and focus on my future man I must adore, my gift , my pride , my Husband and all.