Flirt
 

Those familiar eyes
Has it been that long?
The perfect movie
A romantic song

Your growing smile
A silent stutter
Temperature's rising
Melting butter

Your whispering words
My cheeks' turning red
A nervous gesture
Hanging by a thread

Our time has come
A gentle goodbye
Your cute little wave
An empty sigh ...

 

About this poem: A person once told me that flirting was an art of its own ...



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