Crush

[fuzzycuddlekins]

Intense but usually passing infatuations seem to linger a bit longer at night
With the dark surrounding the heart shale not beat still
Thoughts running ramped of a fairytale kiss
Longing for a warm embrace
Soft caress of flesh
Bodies collide
Oh what a dream
A passing moment of feelings
So concentrated it heightened the perception of love
But only a dream, a superficial whim
The notion of passion from an unconscious mind
Leaving an impression of a point of view not thought of before
Only in the pitch of slumber does this exist
An idea that was believed to be real
Unheeding till eyes awaken
Reality settles in the break of day
Calming a crush that will soon subside.