#flirtatious
Still cups
Quiet unspokens
The hierarchy of all those who swim
What does it mean?
That you can take my silent ignorance as a token
That you are capable
And I am unwilling
Sep 15, 2019
Sep 15, 2019 at 8:32 PM UTC
You are flirtatious Ludus and I'm dumb
I can't understand your moves
So I think you don't love me
Sometimes I feel that you love me
I am confused!
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 3:10 AM UTC
What a fun little thing
You are to do
Never would I have imagined
I meant this much to you
Let's play the game
that we all know to well
For what we should say
To cast that lovely spell
To capture those eyes
Which hold the sky
To touch the hands
Smooth as satin
We spin those words
So perfectly sweet
To tell that one
They set your heart a beat
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 8:11 PM UTC
I'm thinking of something
Of a smile
Of a kiss
Of a boy
I'm thinking of you
In all the best ways
You make me smile
More than I ever thought I would
And trust me
Your smile is
Cute and flirtatious too
I am in love
With every part
Of you
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 10:56 AM UTC
fluid movements change
two now become singular
melody moves all
essence within touch
communication of sight
eyes linger on each
harmony slows down
linen drapes loosely
flirtatious ending
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 8:17 AM UTC
Don't.
Don't touch me if you only want
To know what it feels like to **** with my head.
Don't caress my cheek if all you desire
Is the sensation of my skin.
Don't even think about gripping your hand
Over my mouth just because you think it would make a marvelous joke.
If I hand you something, don't take my fingers with yours
So you can keep up your reputation.
Stop looking into my eyes if all you are searching for
Is a reflection of your emotions.
And I need you to stop pulling me into your arms.
Just stop taking me in,
Stop cradling me,
Don't trace my spine and shoulders with your fingers,
Don't embrace my little body,
Don't try to trick me into thinking that you care about me.
Don't you dare say that you love me,
Because you don't mean it.
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 8:07 PM UTC
Dressed in black, dark eyes amused
She strolls into a room
With the specialised tread
Of a femme fatale,
Tossing her streaming hair in arrogant joy.
Her perfect body
Contains the calm and unexpected force
Of the sea, shifting in a moment between
Reason and fury.
She graces the men with sure-footed Arabic,
Stark, sibilant, passionate words
Laughing like a poem.
A Moroccan beauty,
Guedra dancing in the sun,
From the desert coloured mosque of Casablanca
Punctured by the worship Of 70,000 songs,
To the unremitting souks of Marrakesh,
Her complexity
Emboldened by the courage
Of poets.
She has a silence in her intellect
Such as few have,
Unusual evidence of a soul
In a world of franchises,
Her past imaginings deeper and wider
Than that of her peers,
Dancing to fast Gharnati rhythms,
Beneath imagined Andulusian sunsets
And glowing skies.
An effervescent scintillating gasp of fervent
Desert air, beating across her limbs
Moving gently towards silence.
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 10:55 PM UTC
Why am I still thinking about this, mysterious boy?
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 5:51 PM UTC
Let's trade eyes.
You'll have mine
And I'll
Have yours.
We will both
See each other
Again.
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 3:57 PM UTC
Mai ki garmee
Layee, thodi si, besharmee
Utra, chehre se, naqaab
Khul gaya, bas, dil ka kitaab
Mai ki garmee
Layee, thodi si, besharmee
Daaman se, phisla, du-patta
Dard hua, kuch khatta, kuch meetha,
Mai ki garmee
Layee, thodi si, besharmee
Labon se saaf, hui jo laali
Dil mein, machi, bas khal bali
Mai ki garmee
Layee, thodi si, besharmee
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 4:52 AM UTC