#flirtation
I have a confession to make. I’m a trust fund baby
and a member of the educated Elite.
In my defense, I'm a newcomer in both categories.
I got my trust fund at 18 and graduated Yale University this year.
I was a double major, at university, in biochemistry and celibacy,
until as a sophomore, I met this tall, handsome, awkward, disheveled, physicist in a coffee shop and knavishly schemed my way into his life.
(He insists that he knavishly schemed his way into my life.)
Let’s get poetic-ish..
I said,
*“Let’s start a flirtationship
abstract, immaterial and fun.
We have a little chemistry - an interesting.. tension.
Could we just have an involvement and not read into it?
Something friction free, hands free, germ free, and guilt free?
Let's get a pizza, don't worry, I'm paying."*
Of course, that was a lie.
I had designs, I wanted him in the utmost
and honestly, when do I not get what I want?
"I was by far the knavishist." I admitted.
"Then you don't know knavishEST.," he responded, shaking his head 'no'.
.
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songs for this:
Honeypie by JAWNY
Really Saying Something by Bananarama & Fun Boy Three
Hanging On the Telephone by Blondie
Jul 20, 2025
Jul 20, 2025 at 10:55 AM UTC
and what lucie is what you get
or so a new voice, charmingly said
Puns profoundly... playful direct
pull me toward this new subject
less than a year is all I've got,
to see from such new eyes
absorbing all which might be taught
when my memory's a minefield...
I get so far ahead of myself
I wonder why I write
without the longing, without the lost,
how can we know how deep the cost?
to feel or not- Its a choice now-
& it's as it's always been
Ours to give,
and to receive.
Jul 11, 2023
Jul 11, 2023 at 2:20 PM UTC
His eyes were deep as an untasted well.
Promising endless nights of oblivion.
When he asked me what I wanted to drink
I was tempted to put him to the test.
Because I'm forever a contradiction to either common sense or recklessness.
If you tell me what I want
I will give you what you want to have.
But when the guessing game is over,
we're both left unsatisfied and needy.
Jun 10, 2023
Jun 10, 2023 at 11:01 AM UTC
The morning dew kisses
Yearning leaves,
As the first rays of the sun
Bring me relief.
Flowers bloom
In the month of March,
Chirping birds hum
rhythms that recharge.
And with the first sight
of your arching face,
I fall back into
teen ways.
Apr 29, 2020
Apr 29, 2020 at 7:20 AM UTC
Her body language
flirts, her smile reckons me.
**** she’s what I need.
Aug 24, 2019
Aug 24, 2019 at 12:56 PM UTC
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!
Jul 27, 2019
Jul 27, 2019 at 8:02 PM UTC
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!
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 11:38 PM UTC
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.
Apr 27, 2019
Apr 27, 2019 at 7:22 PM UTC
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.
Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 11:06 AM UTC
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!
Jul 14, 2018
Jul 14, 2018 at 2:15 PM UTC
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
Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 3:20 PM UTC
I dreamed of you again last night,
A Venus wreathed in seafoam light
And sheathed in midnight,
bruise-black dress all cinched up close
Around your figure, clinging tight
To every curve, each tidal wave -
As if the moon, tempestuous,
Stirred in together lust and wrath
Her darkened face all smoldering,
No pity left in her loving eyes.
I dreamed your sweet, voracious sin,
Your laughter and your wicked grin,
And barely dragged myself away
To wake before the dawn could come.
The bruise-black sky awaited me,
As if my eyes could find you there.
The moon, so blinding-bright, just smiled
That deadly teasing twist of lips.
I won't deny. I searched her glare,
Spent fragments of eternity
In one more step, another slip
Before the slide back into dreams.
Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 1:09 PM UTC
As the sun slips away to die in the eve,
I lie in wait for your thunderous howl.
My knees quiver and my tail shivers
Under intrusive moonlight so bright.
My claws rake against the fragile wood--
Would you? O, would you howl for me?
I give chase; though, I long for embrace.
A feline may flee, but she is flighty.
Nothing satisfies the hunger more than the way you sprint to me.
Am I a tease? Or does my game please you?
The hunter in you craves the chase more than I do.
Be you wolf or not, I can outrun you--
And yet, it is not my desire to.
I throw my race and give up the chase under the ghostly moon for now.
I do not flee you anymore.
I want to make you howl.
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 7:35 AM UTC
this thing we call love,
this magical stick,
why are we making a fuss about it?
why are we painting it like it's taller than
the mountains we cannot climb,
further than the skies we cannot touch, and
deeper than the oceans we cannot reach?
when in fact,
this powerful thing is just
a fascination, a flirtation of mind
with its skirted desires.
then again, what do I know
for I never been in love.
Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 10:11 AM UTC
I wish I liked you more
When you're sober
The way you bubble over when you're tipsy
Is so enticing
I want to sip off your sweet nothings
That all wash away down the drain by dawn
Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 3:16 AM UTC
A lacuna
between us,
so I bridged out an arm
across her shoulder,
made slow circles
on her bare arm,
Meanwhile
Noah built his
ship, afloat
despite its
strange design,
One could trust
Russell Crowe on
such earth-saving
matters.
When it got too much,
she plucked my stiff arm,
clasped it with her left,
lay them parallel yet
in unison between
our chairs,
Fingers finding gaps
among her fingers,
A dove flew in,
land ahoy!
it chirped.
Jun 28, 2016
Jun 28, 2016 at 4:50 PM UTC
I know someday
You’ll look at me
And our love affair
Will be all gone.
You and I both will
Have had our fun
And time will come
For you to move on.
Vagabond love
It’s an acquired taste
And not everybody
Can easily tolerate it.
All the neat tricks
That exist within
The world won’t work;
Won’t win when we debate it.
I’m sure we will
Go from breakfast
Late and ****
To passing in the hall.
Then one day soon
You’ll be packed up
As if you never really
Have lived here at all.
Vagabond love
Means one must learn
To appreciate that
We’ve had love to feel.
And just because
It didn’t last forever
Does not mean
None of it was real.
Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 4:59 PM UTC
Having him near and not touching
Was decidedly tough.
In the end I realized that loving him
Was just not enough.
He liked making love and exploring
The bodies we had
But not enough to fall in love with me
And that was sad.
I knew this heart-pounding affair was
Just for a few days.
And while I was falling very hard, he
Would son walk away.
He mumbled something one time
About being a free spirit
But in those moments I didn’t know
What to do with it.
It was not information I could take
And put someplace real.
It was a kind of romantic connection
That I could not feel.
It didn’t fit with the movies and books
And the fairy tales.
It didn’t end with a swell of music.
It ended with sad wails.
It made no sense at all to me then
How anyone could be
A totally involved ****** machine
And act so shallowly.
How can someone throw themselves
Into such wild action
And have it not mean more than just
Physical satisfaction?
He was the first, there were more.
This kind of guy shines,
And knows how to attract the fools
With attitudes like mine;
People who persuade themselves
To proceed blindly
When these one-night lotharios
Treat lovers unkindly.
Of course, it was not love, I know,
Not even for me.
It was just something called lust
That captivated me.
A gorgeous body and talented talk
Easily woos youth
With so much seduction I would not
Look hard for the truth.
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 4:06 AM UTC
A dart of a glance
Felt across a crowded room.
A playful bantering
turned to something darker, deeper.
A smoldering gaze
lasting just a second too long.
A hesitant hand
pushing a stray curl into place.
Coherent thoughts
turned into an unlikely jumble.
And that one question
is answered,
using no words,
except the ones in the language
that has withstood millenia of human existence,
the language of seduction.
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 12:36 AM UTC
Show me your hidden face,
Quiet shivers erupting from behind masks,
Desirous of you to fill the open space,
And to question whether to demand or to ask.
Quiet shivers erupting from behind masks,
Tenacious rumblings of an unknown kind.
To question whether to demand or to ask
Would be a dangerous dance with the conscious mind.
Tenacious rumblings of an unknown kind,
Tables fleeing and chairs sent asunder.
Would it be a dangerous dance with the conscious mind
To let the labyrinth open and the curious wonder?
Tables fleeing and chairs sent asunder,
The costumes strewn on lilting lamps.
Let the labyrinth open and the curious wonder,
Get rid of the bed monsters and tummy cramps.
The costumes strew on lilting lamps,
Show me your hidden face.
Get rid of the bed monsters and tummy cramps.
I'm desirous, you. Fill the open space.
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 7:49 PM UTC