Crushing Poem by Crystal Tutson

is it naughty or nice?
Am i gambling with the dice?
i dont care how it is
i just got this feel
when i speak your name
my thoughts go insane
i want you more than
a window wants its pane
my body needs your touch
we dont have to do much
just speak a word to me
its everything off you see
ive been feeling you for far too long
the hour is wells spent; time half pass gone
so lets not waste any more time,
im your crush; will you be mine?