Stuff

You make me blush, then you make me hush.

You give me a rush, then I turn into mush

I don't want to fuss, but can I hear you cuss?

You know some stuff, I want to be your lush

You say when to push, tell me when it's enough

Like a toy you're plush, just like your nice tush

My heart starts to gush, for you are my crush