Blush

I want to make you blush,
to see blood rush.
Ruby red mixing in white,
stuck in my head
need.

To see your face,
face the things i want
to say.
The outline of your neck, to trace
with pieces of me.
A need to see you blush,
by the things I want to taste.
Parts to place in place,
voice delight in the touch.

In the end, when it comes,
To feel the heat,
from our friction.
The final feelings of elation,
to know I made you blush.