To have a crush is a rush with harsh mush
To have a touch is such it’s more than much
To have a hushed squashed brush one turns pink flush
To the point, the arch where starch parches march
Give it more time, generate some enzyme
Where biological’s not logical
Stronger than lime, your primal call’s a crime
Socially liable to denial
For public? You’ll harbor catastrophic
Hit quit, the taunted bit you must commit
Logic doubts how tragic or horrific
Should you risk being known and your cover blown?
Set in stone being alone? Or on the phone?