Hee-Haw
He said a line, a little wild,
A teasing spark, a word defiled.
I smiled, then tilted head his way,
“Sorry… what did you just say?”
The silence stretched, the eyes grew wide,
A guilty grin he couldn’t hide.
I sipped my drink, so slow, so sly,
Pretending pure
and letting him fry.
Oh, how I miss that wicked game,
The art of blush without the flame.
Where innocence and sin both play,
And charm begins with “what did you say?”
Nov 2, 2025
Nov 2, 2025 at 1:55 AM UTC
Hee-Haw
He said a line, a little wild,
A teasing spark, a word defiled.
I smiled, then tilted head his way,
“Sorry… what did you just say?”
The silence stretched, the eyes grew wide,
A guilty grin he couldn’t hide.
I sipped my drink, so slow, so sly,
Pretending pure
and letting him fry.
Oh, how I miss that wicked game,
The art of blush without the flame.
Where innocence and sin both play,
And charm begins with “what did you say?”
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