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Espresso manic Aug 2019
Her body language
flirts, her smile reckons me.
****, she’s what I need.
quick one before my meeting
Monisha Jul 2019
I took a moment of fancy to you,
And pray why did I do so?
Was it the curl of your lip,
Or the drawl in your tone
Or just the way your eyes
Met and held mine across the room.

You moved away and around
And so did I,
Heightened senses,
Aware and on the prowl.

A game that’s played on
Almost forever,
A lilt in my voice
A bounce in my step,
An interesting interlude,
For a moment or two.

You waltzed across the room,
Meeting many,
Caught you from the corner of my eye,
Seeking me.

The moment of reckoning,
When we were just a breath away,
I smiled and lowered my lashes,
A deep breath, and walked away,
Is it you or is it me?

Oops! I smell coffee,
Good morning love,
had an interesting interlude,
Guess what! It was you!
Monisha Jul 2019
Oh  dear, oh dear!
I think we  have a special connection.
Or could it just be a juvenile proposition?
But then what I feel is beyond affection.
Oh these dilemmas conflict me so,
So wound up am I, head to toe.

Hmm! My girl, Tell me do I make your body curl,
And your deepest, darkest feelings unfurl.
Do I make your eyes glisten,
Your voice tremble and my sound thats all that you want to listen.
Do you wake up in the middle of the night,
Do you look into space with a smile when it’s light.
Do I make you want to sit by my side,
Speak your heart out with nothing to hide.
Is my presence what you constantly crave,
Our thoughts of togetherness
Hit you constantly like a Tsunami Wave!
Tell me  is it true
I am inside your system like that strong coffee brew!

My dear , all this is true I confess,
Yes we have a connection,
And that’s not just a guess.
I have waited months, weeks, days and hours,
Now just wait in patient anticipation,
To give wings to our connection!

My girl, an infatuation it seems,
Coz, I ain’t the one signing up to be the wind beneath your wings,
Are you reading too much in my flirtation’s,
And my incessant pings?
Let’s keep it cool,
No strings attached,
So neither is any wiser or playing the fool.

My dear! Thank you for a lesson well learnt,
Words are loose and can be bandied about,
Charted and carted and sullied around.

I still stay with feeling that connection,
For you a predilection,
My heart has already made an aberration!
Sarah Michelle Apr 2019
She is organized in a way that is unfathomable,
An alluring contradiction with the eyes of a madwoman
On the body of a laid-back cat.
You try to ****** her but she is everywhere above you
And every night when you meet her
She already has you trapped inside with everyone else
who is propelled by her many solar systems.

You watch her when she appears dormant.
You can try to calculate her patterns,
But since you met her she has worn nine different faces,
And she dresses as too many species to name
Yet you may think she is tame.
This is true, she does less damage than she is capable of,
So test her limits but remember that
The universe has no edge.

She is curved and always expanding.
You can’t decide if she is too fat or just the right size
Because she is shapeless and swimming before your eyes.
Her stars are many but her constellations are uneventful.
She bursts her stars like whiteheads
And swallows herself up in the muddy, black potholes left behind.

Her galaxies overlap too much to be teased apart.
Each sun has its own ideas about gravity
And claims each others’ planets as their own.
This is not a harem though for she is not polyamorous.
Worse, they are tessellating love triangles.

Love for her is like politics only there is only one wing, one branch
And all parts are just a sum of her.
She couldn’t love you even if she wanted to.
There is already too much for her to maintain,
Too much to spread evenly across your small body
And too much for even God to see.

You’re not an astronomer, a telescope is a peep show to you
You lie in your hammock seeking instant gratification, all of her all at once.
Even if she were simply one of those stars
She wouldn’t travel light-years for you.

You think you know her, the brightest star above you,
The one you stare at thinking she is staring at you,
The one who flips her hair like the other girls you like,
Who all share the burden of giving you
The satisfaction of having something to flirt at,
Something glorious to form into feeble prey
With your small, shallow eyes, and which you use to glorify
Your own simple machine of a body.
Rewrite of "an earlier poem called "Somebody Else."
Catherine McCabe Dec 2018
I am not a flirt
but face to face with you,
you
make me aware of my every hidden fidget.

My body flirts with you
even when I tell it not to!
and it won’t
just won’t
keep my irrepressible secret.
Whenever you say no sometimes I'll take that as a challenge,
to infiltrate your mind with things you wanna do,
but you say there's no time to.
I look for the chinks in your disposition,
and I get inside through the tiniest holes,
penetrating your thoughts,
and inhibitions,
to push towards the naughty,
or just to the "I shouldn't",
but never towards the "I wouldn't",
cause I know you too well.
I know you'll enjoy it,
I'm just a slight push from time to time,
a little devil on your shoulder,
that can take a hold of you.
My whispers are subtle when needed
or blunt when I know you're in the mood,
but you'll fall for it eventually,
because I know what makes you tick.
That soft correction,
the subtle jabs at your self restraint,
and getting into what I know you want.
I'll make you stay up too late,
enjoying yourself as I take joy,
just knowing I got you doing more than you expected.
Brent Kincaid Jul 2018
It happened in a hurry
At a joyous wedding party.
I didn’t know who he was
Just that he was hearty
And tall and very hot.
I was jealous of her
And the hot man she’d got.

The bride was not a friend,
But the friend of a friend.
I was the plus one that day
And I thought that was the end.
I’d watch the ceremony and
I’d go and smile and mingle.
It always makes me antsy
To do weddings when I’m single.

But, I sit and chat and smile
Wish them both the very best.
I do this quietly and quickly
Not being close like the rest.
So, when I went to the restroom
And the groom grabbed me
And laid a deep long kiss
I returned the favor gladly.

I usually don’t ***** with married
But this was a great big surprise
To get kissed by a tall hunk
With hot burning lust in his eyes.
I have no idea what was up
With the bride's new Mister
But I can testify for absolute sure
He was one hella righteous kisser!
Infinity Jul 2018
Honey you must be
High risk, high return ;)
I've lent you my love
But you'll most likely be a bad debt
I'll have to write off
You've got a high risk of default

You're not a public offer
Won't give me the disclosures I need
Darling you're private debt
And the riskiest type

Babe, you're the riskiest investment
A structured product
Only the most accredited investor

Can afford your risk
Im only a retail consumer
Barely making ends meet

But you're a bad boy
Risky
And I'm nothing, if not risk-seeking
I thought I'd write a silly poem, it's not fully edited and there's a lot of finance terminology here so I hope it's understandable. This was inspired by cheesy/lame accounting pick up lines.
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