Taste for Trouble; Remedy

I don’t do crushes. I do heart rushes. Leaving the air hot. Trashed floor of forget-me-nots. And I won’t admit it He barrels like the first hit…and… I get the feeling… I’m not the only one blown. Coasting through my thoughts. Taking compliments like shots. Close…then in his arms. His adornment, his charm. No second…