When he looks you in the eye, You see nothing but mischief. A devious smirk plays across his lips As he opens his mouth to flirt In the only way he knows how. He throws out a taunt with a small chuckle And a glint in his gaze. You smile and shake your head, For this is the game you two play, And although you hate to love it You take a moment To formulate your cunning response. It must be playful, and not too hurtful. After all, You know how you both struggle at determining just when Too far is too far.
After a few rounds His last jab strikes a nerve. Your smile dissipates And his miscalculation is made evident. You turn away, just like that the game is over for the day. He regrets it, that much is clear, But when it comes to games Sometimes you win, and Sometimes you lose.
As you stand to leave He leans in close, so close his cologne tickles your nose “I’ll still see you tonight, yes?” The words roll off his tongue like honey, Leaving a sticky sweet taste in your mouth. Your heart bounds, And you’re fighting back a grin As you nod and push past him. You take a deep breath, and exhale the butterflies that seem to always reside when he is near.
As they say, the flutter of a butterflies wings can set a hurricane in motion.