I suppose I have a crush of sorts
The aching, suffocating kind
The kind where you lay on top of me
While I lay splayed and fluttering, wiggling, giggling
Feeling your chest shaking too
At what a strange girl I must be
Yet you comply
Completely lying your weight over mine
Intertwined and sighing
The dark that envelopes
Is the kind I'd lick a dash across
To seal
A kiss of sorts.
