Goose Bump Me Weak from a Grumpy Crunch

Who do you think you are to me?
Someone who keeps my eyelids separate,
Fluttering to close but don't shut together to sleep?
You come with a touch to tremble me deep!
Goose bump me weak from a grumpy crunch that leaps.
You think you got it like that?
Like that you think you got it?
I'm not quick to say come take this!
Take it quick and then from me split.
Thump my heart and pump me up...
Make me believe I can rub your rump!
To leave me heated for you to dump?
You think you got it like that?
Do you?
Well...
You do!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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