klarchen Blushing is most certainly an appropriate form of communication.

I see you.

Blushing is most certainly appropriate when its sweet tenderness appears before congenially admired ones.

I like you.

Blushing is most certainly appropriate when its radiant glow appears before exaltingly respected ones.

I am in awe of you.

Blushing is most certainly appropriate when its unbridled rawness appears before secretly adored ones.

I love you.

Tell me, oh please tell me then, did you happen to notice that I blushed for you?
the devils wings exposed she will never see me blush

not for the fact that i am shameless,
beacuse she awakens the childlike part of my nature i fight so hard sometimes to bury.

with a smile
she makes me forget
but also fills me anew with
the fear that my most sincere entreaties
will fail
as they always have before

this time i am glad
that someone cannot see me

i cannot afford to give the game away.

someone has already instilled in me a fear of speaking those three_words

so i will bite my tongue and blush invisibly beneath this skin of mine
acidshank he blushed when i was staring at his penis through his soft jeans.
it was a smile and a blush. i know he is proud. i hope he is happy. i dont want to be scaring him.
apparently i should have seen him. questioned if i had.
all i want is to be with him.feel him want me. his gentle touch. his eyes shying away from mine, but the small smile makes it all worth it.
what's it to you?
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