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#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.
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Mar 14
Mar 14, 2026 at 12:12 AM UTC
Fleeting
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
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Feb 4, 2025
Feb 4, 2025 at 6:44 PM UTC
Flirty
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
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Nov 10, 2024
Nov 10, 2024 at 5:18 AM UTC
-- Game On--
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.
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Oct 27, 2021
Oct 27, 2021 at 2:00 PM UTC
Attention, as Numbing
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
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Dec 14, 2020
Dec 14, 2020 at 6:29 PM UTC
skin on skin
Genuine polite and humble men are often misunderstood and tagged as flirty.May be because they are rarest of all the species , I guess.
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Sep 29, 2020
Sep 29, 2020 at 12:13 AM UTC
Untitled (18)
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
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Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 12:15 AM UTC
Dainty Daisy
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.
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Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 9:10 AM UTC
On the Day We Met
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
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Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 2:55 PM UTC
I wonder
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
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Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 10:14 AM UTC
#1
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
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Jan 21, 2018
Jan 21, 2018 at 8:17 AM UTC
Make a wish
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
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Dec 19, 2017
Dec 19, 2017 at 4:58 PM UTC
HAPPY HOUR (a collaboration with Traveler)
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.
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Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 10:11 PM UTC
Wasted
tap my bones tamper my temper tempt me on Tuesday love me on Thursday shut my rusty trust trap my soul
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Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 11:26 AM UTC
Tapping Taping Tempting
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.
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Oct 29, 2016
Oct 29, 2016 at 10:34 PM UTC
Sweater Season
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.
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Oct 6, 2016
Oct 6, 2016 at 2:32 PM UTC
I.S.O.
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.
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Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 7:01 AM UTC
Dancing on Light
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.
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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.
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Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 11:10 AM UTC
Laniakea
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
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Jun 24, 2016
Jun 24, 2016 at 4:10 PM UTC
Pretty You
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
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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.
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Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 11:11 AM UTC
Just Between You and Me
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.
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Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 6:16 PM UTC
Heaven Holds No Paradise
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.
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Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 6:02 AM UTC
When the Luster Falls Away
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.
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May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 8:32 PM UTC
Along the Same Lines