I Think I Have A Crush

I think I have a crush,

Her lips look edible.

Curved like a mountain road,

The river of blood I'm pumping.

I'd climb a tree like a monkey,

Embarrass myself.

Just to get a good look at her beauty,

Her and herself.

If we were kids on a playground,

I would take her hand,

Take her away from the group,

And show her my favorite spot.

I'd play games with her until the moon is seen,

When we're both tired and need a shoulder to sleep.

So when the police finds us in the morning,

Our heads are busy with counting sheep.

I have a crush,

She's a pretty girl,

But the chances of meeting her,

Aren't steep.