The secret crush that gives them flutters
irresistible and addictive living in their minds
show the image again in mushroom bloom as fingers play
shush...the guilty pleasure so strong and passionate in rhythms
stuck in them and in minds eyes the pull lingers over and under
the flutters quake and tingle delightfully yet our pen pretends
for the masters must not know that we get the buzz all the time
dolphin stories of very big waves and dips that go all the way
tender moves of this rower in cheeky raucous laughter in play
opens gates in surging torrents that wets the eyes
alas our reaches stays disguised in teasing fails
yet mornings noon's and late he haunts our minds
we are afflicted that's for sure in irresistible sins
we sing hate while we burn hot flutters
the little men can so never compare
and we but frightened petals
must do as they order us
cannot be seen showing our lust
so we say look how we oppose
in secret moistness we repose
he's in us and hot in our heads