Styles Blackwell
Styles Blackwell
May 3, 2014      May 3, 2014

I Say "Hi"
A Beautiful Stranger
She Keeps Walking
We Pass By
I'm Just Looking
Corner Of My eye
Foxy Little Lady
She Is Sly
Lips Stay Sealed
They're My Alibi
Felt Your Eye
Gave A Reply
You Said "Hi"
Not Being Shy
I'm With Her
That's Your Guy
Our Little Secret
Eyes Don't Lie
My Beautiful Stranger
Walk On: Bye.

#love   #poetry   #lust   #romance   #sex   #touch   #hot   #couple   #stranger   #flirting  
eliza bonnet
eliza bonnet
Jan 21, 2014

conversations run dry
not wanting it to end
but endings are inevitable

you can only talk about something for so long
before the jokes are no longer funny
and the punch line is over used

forcing it to run on makes it awkward
and causes anxiety

but conversations run dry
not wanting it to end
but endings are inevitable

#love   #social   #alone   #anxiety   #boyfriend   #leave   #boys   #girls   #me   #girlfriend   #dating   #flirting  
Flirting with Death, has dire consequences.
Trishanya Poda
Trishanya Poda
4 days ago      4 days ago

He breathes against my throat,
where the necklace of rope burns into the skin on my collarbone,
Gentle kisses on the lips, that just drank, the last I would ever drink.
His fingers caress my wrists, rough fingers, along fresh wounds.
His tongue flicks over the curve of my foot,
which stands on the edge,
My eyes, peering down, filled with doubt and terror.
"Come," he says,
"Join me, in holy matrimony."
"Yes," I whisper, and,
The rope pulls too tight,
The poison blurs my sight,
The blade cuts too deep,
I close my eyes and take the leap.
Flirting with Death, has dire consequences.

#suicide   #death   #lust   #romance   #flirting  

                                        She smiles from across the bar.
                                                            ­                                                  "Here I am.
There you are."

of flirting with death.
Sep 30, 2013      Oct 2, 2013

sleepless nights
and countless attempts
of flirting with death.
fear and loneliness
until the last breath.

Mar 11, 2012

I saw the letters

that you tried to hide from me

infact... We all did.

Jun 9, 2014

i flirt with a swish of my hips, glancing back just long enough to see the trail of desire i leave. i flirt by sinking my teeth softly into my lips, my eyes downcast as if i have no idea what i'm doing. i flirt slowly, building up the forwardness until they're pressed up against the wall. i flirt with a flick of the tongue, and i flirt with my head thrown back as i laugh until my sides hurt. i flirt with you,

i flirt with death.

and maybe the two are synonymous.
Recently you've been flirting,
Dec 10, 2014

We live together, you and I.
Yet you act like we're just room mates.
Recently you've been flirting,
With girls that you once loved.
They're all in relationships,
And hey, so are you.
But that's not stopping you, no.

You called her by a nickname,
One you only called me.
Or so I thought.
So much for being special.

Not a real poem, but something I needed to get off my chest.
Sep 7, 2014

"Men are accessories and not necessities,"
she proudly remarked with a
delicious smug.

"Well then,"  I replied.

"You should strap me on
until you've worn me out!"



A clever retort I used with much success many years ago.
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