Blush (Rewrite)

Love Blossoms

I get so flustered around you;

my cheeks flush

at the sight of your smile.


And when your fingers brush me-

bronze touch on porcelain skin-

my whole body is stimulated.


Your kiss is intoxicating,

your lips a poison

I’d gladly partake of.


My skin burns for you,

rough hands

against my silky blush.


I’m so drawn to you,

attracted to the contrast

when our flesh contacts.

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i love this poem  i feel

i love this poem 

i feel the exsact same way about this one guy!

day dreamer