#flirty
Life is short,
Youth is fleeting —
Don’t let it pass without chasing it.
Go on that date,
Seek the fun,
Before rest calls you home.
Mar 14
Mar 14, 2026 at 12:12 AM UTC
Yeah, I'm flirty
You know I'm *****
***** minded; that is
Get every question right on the quiz
Is what I couldn't do
'Cause I was too busy thinking about you
Normally when flirting, I'm smooth
But this time, I was slipping up
You made me fall
I fell for you
Is what I thought I couldn't do
You missed my call
Wouldn't answer at all
You made me fall
You broke my heart
I thought I was flirty
Yet, you tore that thought apart
That was back then
Now I got people begging for me
As if I was the honey to their bee
Now I'm back to being flirty
Hopefully I won't be done *****
Once again, like you did to me
Now I'm the key you need
The key you need to unlock your heart
You lost it when you tore me apart
You really just tore yourself apart
Now you're stuck lonely smoking a cart
I now have people all over me
Sticking to me like I'm the honey to their bee
Feb 4, 2025
Feb 4, 2025 at 6:44 PM UTC
You are daring and fun
You draw me in
I can't resist
I can play
I give it right back
sacarastic & flirty
You wanna try
I give it right back
Call me mouthy
Whatever
I can see
see what's going on
I got ya baby
Wanna play
Let's play
Dam he's ****
I like this game
© Jennifer L Delong 11/2024
Nov 10, 2024
Nov 10, 2024 at 5:18 AM UTC
Overwhelmed.
Tiny screens hide big feelings.
Tell me you love me so I can breathe.
Sweet words wrap around my heart.
Constricting until I'm high
And can't feel the fear anymore.
I need to know what's real.
I know it isn't all lies,
But I can't find the line.
Blinded by electric energy,
Coursing through my limbs.
I love this and I hate this.
Convenient and damning.
The warmth of emotion permeates,
But it can't reach my core.
The anxiety and pain are rampant there.
I don't want to feel them.
I don't feel safe.
But I can't bring others down with me.
I need to face myself empty handed.
Let the emotions burn through me.
I know that I am fire proof.
So when the flames flicker to nothingness,
And I'm alone with the darkness,
I will be most simply
And most purely
Me.
Oct 27, 2021
Oct 27, 2021 at 2:00 PM UTC
your skin on mine;
we lie here
with fingers interlaced
and our eyes locked
then with legs intertwined
and my head cocked
in the crook of your neck
here is where i feel safest;
my skin on yours
Dec 14, 2020
Dec 14, 2020 at 6:29 PM UTC
Genuine polite and humble men are often misunderstood and tagged as flirty.May be because they are rarest of all the species , I guess.
Sep 29, 2020
Sep 29, 2020 at 12:13 AM UTC
I rather be a single, petite daisy,
compared to a bouquet of thorny,
seductive dripped red roses
who get all the bees attention
while I get a beautiful, delicate butterfly
Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 12:15 AM UTC
On the day we met,
you hooked me with your laugh
and hilarious demeanor.
On the day we met,
all it took was my name being
said from your lips for you to catch me.
On the day we met,
you laughed at my blondness
and still give me crap for it.
On the day we met,
nothing else mattered
as we travelled across the universe.
On the day we met,
you didn't have to say anything
for me to know exactly what you were thinking.
On the day we met,
the message I received was innocent
until you heard me speak.
On the day we met,
you said you were surprised
by my voice and quiet nature.
✿✿✿✿✿✿
On the day we met,
I had you hooked
with my easy-going disposition.
On the day we met,
nothing could stop us
being flirty with each other.
On the day we met,
I entrapped you
with my words.
On the day we met,
we became friends
and warmth was born.
On the day we met,
I made you jealous
by playing with your friends.
On the day we met,
those feelings
became so much more.
On the day we met,
I was told of your affection
and spoke my own.
Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 9:10 AM UTC
Feeling alive lying here
delicious thoughts spinning
around , dancing wildly about
If you could read my mind
I wonder what you'd say
How'd you look at me
Oh come on it'd be fun
Laughing out loud
just at the thought
©Jennifer L DeLong 4/18
Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 2:55 PM UTC
I love your smile
all quiet, and cute
but flirty, ****
I'm not good with words, I guess
but you know, you make me smile
and that's just one reason that
I love you
and all of your fragile pieces
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 10:14 AM UTC
Make a wish
I'm your genie
One or Two
I'll show you
Magic is in me
Dare me to come out
and Grant for you
A wish or two
There is
Just one thing
Careful what you wish
Cause you just
may like this genie
and what she grants
For you
I am feeling nice
got a feeling
This wish you have
May just make me
Unleash my magic
As you see
Look into me
Rub my bottle
Wish is granted © Jennifer L Dlg
1/10/2018
Jan 21, 2018
Jan 21, 2018 at 8:17 AM UTC
From below
Desire climbs
Up the channels
Of my mind
Shot of whiskey
Glass of wine
Now the ladies
Are looking fine
From the top
Going down
Love strikes fast
When I'm around
From within
My idle mind
Sparks a flame
Of desire design
A shot of whiskey
A glass of wine
Now all the men
Are lookin fine
A little flirt
A little smile
I think I’ll stay
A little while
....
Traveler Tim
& Cné
Dec 19, 2017
Dec 19, 2017 at 4:58 PM UTC
Intoxicated
With one taste
Of your cherry lips
I'm blitzed
Drunk and powerless
to resist
Smashed, trashed
Plastered.
I'm useless,
You've got me hooked
From one sweet kiss.
Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 10:11 PM UTC
tap my bones
tamper my temper
tempt me on Tuesday
love me on Thursday
shut my rusty trust
trap my soul
Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 11:26 AM UTC
Sweaters may be bad for
lonesome people. Mind you, they don't
make up for a lack of
caresses. They heat the soul;
loose ones make it flirty. But no
cashmere can kiss your neck.
Oct 29, 2016
Oct 29, 2016 at 10:34 PM UTC
I want love like I've never had
Where it feels so good and hurts so bad
Long nights and long fights and we make up
Come hell or high water we won't break up
I want love like it used to be
The kind'll make me forget about me
Somehow my feet never touch the ground
And people wonder why I'm never around
I want love like a fairy tale
You know the old story fairly well
No matter what else we get into,
Love as one, can't be split in two
I want love that's just like me
Comfortable in my insanity
Take it easy as a rule of life-
I find that, and I'll make her my wife.
Oct 6, 2016
Oct 6, 2016 at 2:32 PM UTC
She has a luminescence about her
A way of outshining the neon and fluorescent
That cling to her curves as she dances beneath them
I stood there, in my second-hand persona,
wearing a mask of bravado, now whimsical with
its mouth agape, staring as she made love to the music.
I recollected myself,
remembered to breathe,
swallowed my heart,
and dared to move closer.
The rhythmic pulse of the music
threatened to crush me as my feet touched the floor-
my head still in the cloud generated by her heat,
that permeated every molecule of my body.
The closer I got, the harder it was to keep
from succumbing to the lack of air.
"Remember to breathe.
You're sweating.
Abort. NO.
Play it cool. You're cool."
I could have pieced together
A thousand words, pulled from the ether
and crafted into exactly-what-she-wanted-to-hear,
But she had taken my air.
My tongue wouldn't move with my lips
To form a simple hello.
I just stood there in my mask.
No longer whimsical.
Nearly desperate
and certain that I would die right there.
Then, in a move that writes love songs,
that creates sunsets and shifts paradigms,
SHE, this caramel-skinned goddess
Wove her warm, illuminated fingers into mine
And pulled me into that dance
That she was sharing only with the music.
Not breathing again.
Keep moving.
Stop thinking.
Just be. Right now, just be.
So, I was. Dead to time and space,
alive to the moment and the music,
Her touch, the light and the curves.
She held to me as if she read my mind;
perhaps I wear my heart in my eyes.
Eyes that she seemed to pull my soul out of
To drown it in hers, as she danced
With me.
To me. Through me.
Beyond me.
But with me, as though I were the light and the music,
and she wasn't done making love.
Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 7:01 AM UTC
To me, you are a paradise
Stretched far beyond the mind's frail grasp
What glory found on simple sands
Could elicit such awestruck gasp?
None other, love, but you alone,
Could promise such without a word,
But with a look, a simple touch,
Make silent sentiment so heard.
Endless summer, boundless heaven,
Far from the path I thought to trod;
You've echoed hymns they've never sung
Words written by the hand of God.
Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 11:10 AM UTC
You've got a glow
like a star.
From afar,
I wished on you,
and now, there you are.
Looking at me
from behind those
eyelashes,
smashing
my inhibitions
like broken prose.
Pretty you,
whom I have yet to meet,
I greet you,
sweetly,
and ask you this:
would you miss
the moonlight
if I stole it from your eyes?
The mirrored glow
they show
is more bright,
and not to my surprise-
how could
even the moon
not swoon,
lost in your gaze?
Moonbeams and
starlight, both
seem to have
lost their ways.
Could you tell me,
pretty you-
did the wind put you there?
You have taken
my breath,
and shaken
the air
around your face.
Such grace must
surely fly-
so how is it
that you pass me by
here on the ground?
Don't misunderstand,
I'm glad you've
come around,
pretty you.
Pretty you,
I hope I'm not
too fresh,
but my mind is
a bit of a mesh,
and you're pouring
through it.
The sound of
nature stopping
to admire,
like moths to a fire,
myself closest to
the flame.
Tell me,
pretty you,
do you have a name?
What word could be
crafted, such a beauty to frame?
Surely, anything plain
would only defame.
I'll be honest,
pretty miss,
my heart tells me to
chance a kiss,
but I know I shouldn't
rush, but take it slow.
Instead, I have another plan
to sit here, and maybe
hold your hand,
and under moonlight,
your voice, get to know.
But should the passion overtake,
don't be shy, make no mistake-
I won't be put off should you choose to,
lean in close,
just
like
this...
and like so,
steal a little kiss...
That would be just fine, pretty you
Jun 24, 2016
Jun 24, 2016 at 4:10 PM UTC
Just between you and me,
I've got this little fantasy
about a beach in Waikiki
where nobody else goes.
We could lie lazily
in the shade of an old palm tree,
a world apart where we could be
a story no-one knows.
Just between me and you,
I'd get lost in the ocean blue,
dancing mirror of sky's hue
riding on the tide.
Could it ever come true?
Maybe, if we follow through.
A little happiness is due.
I'd find it by your side.
Just between you and I,
instead of simply getting by,
we should give the dream a try-
just pick a time and day.
If you're not afraid to fly,
we'll be there in the blink of an eye,
and kiss this humdrum life goodbye
and steal paradise away.
Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 11:11 AM UTC
Heaven holds no paradise
that I've not found in your embrace.
No golden hue, divine device-
Heaven holds no paradise,
to beckon me look even twice.
No glory there to match your face.
Heaven holds no paradise
that I've not found in your embrace.
Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 6:16 PM UTC
You tell me that you love me so,
and that you always will-
a love like that is hard to find,
and harder to fulfill.
You love me while I'm full of life
I truly hope you stay,
but are you gonna love me when
the luster falls away?
I'll never be this young again,
now, please, don't think me bold-
but are you sure your love will stand
when I am gray and old?
The spring will be gone from my step,
my strength will also fade.
Will I turn round to see you gone,
or be glad that you stayed?
The stars themselves fade out in time,
their shine will dim and die,
and it won't take that kind of time
to wither you and I;
but if you love me as you say,
then time will see us kept,
until beneath her currents cold
the river sees us swept.
So, when the luster falls away,
and all that's left is old,
will you still be the one I have,
the one I get to hold?
If your dear heart is true enough
to an old soul like me,
then that sweet love will be enough
for my eternity.
Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 6:02 AM UTC
Don't we two hearts oft seem to tread
on common sands? A common thread
appears to bind with no great dread,
with not a word, between us, said.
The rhythm of your ebb, my flow,
as fate takes us where we might go,
so coincide, suspicions grow-
is there some plot we can't yet know?
Your face I see, in maddened crowd,
with silence that echoes aloud.
If coincidence, I'm wowed-
if cosmic hand, it should be proud.
As subtle as sand on the wake,
who knows where next our waves will break?
Adrift on currents we both take-
The Cosmos makes no such mistake.
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 8:32 PM UTC