The Thrill of a Cush(Poem Sonnet)

A flutter in my chest, a quickened pace, 

At the mere thought of your smiling face. 

My heart beats faster, my palms get sweaty,

I can't deny the feeling, I'm not ready.

This crush is new, it's fresh, it's pure,

It fills me with excitement,

that's for sure.  I long to be near you, to fell your touch,

To know if this feeling is too much. 

I daydream of us walking hand in hand,

Of sharing secrets on the beach's sand. 

But for now, I'll keep this feeling hushed.  

And revel in the thrill of a cush.