flirting with...

Beginning now, wink of her eyes, glances and short stares,
Quick touches, accidental bumps, honey better beware,
If she begins touching here, it will end with me touching there,
Me sucking there, and fucking up her permed up hair,

Backwards now, subtle hints, sexual on phone calls,
Dropping words in sexy tones, followed by a slow pause,
Talking bout lingerie, joking about wearing no draws,
Bout getting tattoos on her breast of roses, and cats claws,

Forward now, plays like a little girl, bumps me with her ass,
Tells her girls, 'tell him he's cute', giggling, acting fast,
What was that, touch on my hand, smile and little laugh,
Talking in circles, about her likes, from her sexual past,

Ending now, she's on the phone, saying words of temptation,
How she's so hot, and she's so horny, hinting masturbation,
Now, I am hot, and bother now, erotic hard sensation,
She hangs up the phone, I am ready to bone.....but...

It is only flirtation...


beginning now, blinking slowly with his eyes, his stance very aware
thick brushes against skin, intentional nudges, his ambitions are lain bare
I peep the bulge, itching to indulge in imbibing him right there
and transcribe my intentions in multi-dimensions upon his form…yet do I dare?

backwards now, he whispers of a wicked conversation
depicted to my burning ears in vivid illustration
an unrestricted rendering of cindered animation
that scorches paths across my mind in mental consummation

forward now, he licks his lips and puts his hands in heated places
upon my curves he speaks in tongue, dipped low in secret spaces
teasing with quick kisses while he promises to trace his
eager fingers over me, I gasp as my heart races

ending now, he intentionally adds to my sexual frustration
talking of how we should do this poetic collaboration
as if the words alone could end my constant contemplation
of fucking him, but that’s aiight…

cuz it’s only a flirtation
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done in partnership with a poet who shall remain nameless...