Journal in Verses

Lusty Crush

August 17, 2019

To you, I said I had a crush on you
Thinking that you will imagine only little boys have crush,
And so will spare me of your adult indignation.

This morning, still buried in that crush,
I opened my eyes and saw
Only what is in front of me

Your body—delicious handfuls of it
I am crushed by my desire to make you go places
Make you forget yourself.

Sometimes, crush is just lust for the body.

Featured image: Rising of the moon by Wassily Kandinsky (1903, Munich, Germany), WikiArt.org

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