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julianna Jun 2018
The (waning) distance between your hand and mine makes me nervous.
I am not afraid of touching you, but I'm afraid of what might happen if I do.
I tried to look extra good just in case you were (and you were) there,
but never considered the possibility of my efforts working.
Is this flirting?
It's rather remarkable the way my brain constantly pushes away thoughts that you could (and you could!)
like me.
But, nevertheless, you kept a steady gaze (and smiled, even though you have a short attention span) as I told stories.
And I'm a terrible storyteller.
Not to mention,
You played with my hair, offered to share your drink with me,
And hugged me goodbye for longer than what is normal(ly acceptable).
I've been trying to convince myself that this isn't flirting.
Yet, on paper, it's quite
Undeniable.
I'm quite awkward. And he's quite cute...
(randomly drawn years gone by
without gifted with pipe dream *** of gold)

Paradise visage and eyes
   a bulge with dollar signs
   whetted imagination
   PowerBall ticket bought

expected usual outcome
   after next drawing
   to yield monetary naught
temptation for instant millions

   human foible to reach
   elusive *** of gold
   streak of universal desire  
   potential riches
   overtook rational self

   delusions of grandeur caught
aloud, enabled and provided flirtation
   illusory fate to experience rich draught
envisioned emancipation
   nondenominational penury
   distant battle fought
attacking hard scrapple existence wrought!

At core
precious legal tender chronically
   short supply within
   this (then) family of four
though hard times, eye desired at least
   another son or daughter
urge (long silenced this ram

   ewe who) vehemently didst roar
boot budding young girls
   I whole-heartedly loved and adored,
who rushed into opened arms,
   whenever back from trivial pursuits

   nearly squeezing out digested gore,
when casually and nonchalantly
   turned key to open front door
akin to finest crafted clock work
   sounding time of day

   they danced and frolicked
   like kittens or puppies
   bringing newspaper and/or
   dem golden (ha) slippers
   sharing silly concocted faux pa lore

inviting me to play
   make believe games on floor
enjoying revelry
   without keeping score
yet…creating memories
   I forever store!  

Financial straits
   made unsettled existence hand to mouth
   fantastically generated grandiose aspirations
   successful life frequently headed south.

Creative endeavors
   found excitement and linguistic pleasure
   thru attempt to pry poem
   or prose from mind
deliberated semblance to communicate

   and extract idea from cranial rind
words synchronized suitably
   in poetic third eye bind
readers may espy hidden puns
   within rhyme lined

with challenges or commiserate
   and complement
   via words of positive kind
although large sum of money
   would be dog send

   delivered by one
   blessed angel in disguise
   redemption and salvation
   rued bing considerate regarding
   thankful escape out poverty grind.

Much rather be cursed
   with excess wealth
deliverance to life,
   liberty and mental health
depravity foreign concept
   never to rue by stealth,
nor can money buy spiritual wealth!
Steve Page Jun 2018
She touched my ***.
I'm sure she touched my ***.
She's getting off on the 20th floor.
At least she did yesterday.
I've not got long.
What do I do? Turn and smile?
Do I subtly return the compliment as she passes by?
Did she touch my ***?
Or was it that bloke's bag?
I don't think she did.
She didn't touch my ***.
Don't be daft.
There she goes. 
I wonder why she limps that way?
(Sigh)
Blast, I'm late again.
Prompted by a line from Victoria Wood. She knew how to use the word '***' to good effect.
aubrey sochacki May 2018
you are a bunch of different things
but not someone i ever thought i’d write about

you were the cute guy in my class
the one i looked forward to talking to

you were the one i shared music with
the one i didn’t know if i liked

you were the one who helped me study
the one who did more distracting than helping

you were the one who kissed me
the one who made me feel things i haven’t felt in years

you were the one who heard me
the one who still liked me, despite all my problems

you were the one who couldn’t be in a relationship
the one who i can’t have

you were the one who i never thought i’d write about
i really didn't want to write about you.
Ambiguous Frizz May 2018
A smile, a stare of a beautiful stranger
Pulled you close without a hint of danger

You danced you laughed in the darkness of night
Like a dream of colors, oh what a lovely sight

A smile, a stare of a beautiful stranger
Something you won't forget, it stays forever

It was love for a night
You're sure you got blight

A kiss, a dance with a beautiful stranger
Took your heart and marked your blunders

Is it even possible to fall for a stranger?
You barely know, yet you cry a river.

A smile, a stare of a beautiful stranger
Cursed you, then you search for it ever

A kiss, a dance with a beautiful stranger
Do yourself a favor, and don't try to gamble

That stranger is not a lover
But a deceiver who can make you mad
mad as a hatter.
Is it even possible to fall for a stranger?
Shadow Dragon May 2018
Wheels rolling,
him,
so controlling.

Rain hitting
me,
feeling so fitting.

Parked feelings,
him,
thinking of all our dealings.

Front seat flirt,
me,
vulnerable and hurt.

Yet there is hope,
him,
convincingly tying a rope.

Hanged by fear,
me,
killed by my dear.

You & me
tuning into
us.
Jessica Jarvis Apr 2018
Funny how easy
Loves appears to be, until
It laughs with the other easily
Reconcilable "maybes"
That devalue your first "hello".

First, it began as "hello".
Little did you know how
Interested he would be in you, but
Reflecting on it now, you see how those
Tender tendencies weren't exclusive.

Finally, all you have left is "hello",
Like every other girl he knows.
Inevitably, you're one of many
Recycled pretties that thought
They were more than another "maybe".
4/28/2018
Tiana Marie Apr 2018
I wish I could fall for you.
I honestly wish I could.
I love everything about you
but I don't think I should.

You see, you have one little problem.
I big one, actually.
You flirt with every single girl
and not just with me.

I love the way you smile
and the way you say 'Hello.'
But many girls do as well.
I'm not the only one I suppose.

You say I brighten your day,
and you promise that it's true.
But how many other girls
have heard the exact same thing from you?

You always are supportive
of every little thing I do.
When the next girl walks on in
you'll be supportive of her too.

Now, it's good to do that.
Supporting people is very kind.
But the way you show your support
is a little out of line.

I want to run to you right now,
but would you quit your other attractions?
If we were to start a relationship
would you continue your flirtatious actions?

How can I be sure
you'll be faithful to only me
when every time I look
there's another girl with you I see?
Gabe Ouellette Mar 2018
Keep all your chicken scratch notes,
and all those ******* 'subtle' touches.
you don't fit in this story.
No thank you
Kim Essary Mar 2018
The vibrance of your seductive stare taunts me to invite your touch.
Your eyes turn from a hazel gaze to the fire depths of an emerald green
I can feel your soft caress as your hand slides down my body
My insides bursting with desire as you press your lips to mine
Tasting your breath with my wet tongue feeling your depths become hard
Teasing me could be dangerous as I whisper in his ear
His hands slide over the peaks of my mounds infliction of pain  of wanting more of him
Take me you fool if it's submission you desire it's granted
Do as you please ,my body craving his feel
His touch fell beneath my waste as I felt the throbbing of my *** about to explode.
As his prince entered my castle thrusting and throbbing until the vanes in his body surfaced I felt his sweet release
Our bodies fit like a glove as we lay between the silky sheets
My love there's nothing that can compare to the beauty of the fireworks we ignite with every passionate stare.
© kimmied 1105
Never let the passion escape keep it as new as the very first time   aim to please one another and you will never go wrong
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