The Flirt

there is still an innocence thrown into the mix bag of age & experience, rolled up in something of a carpet roll of stress & a lack of time to spend on any real connection beyond the immediate fleeting moments, which dwells in the flirt--- flirtation takes us back to the playground, where stirrings become succulent as words drip off our tongues & smiling is okay, laughing is okay, light touching & whatever else gets thrown into that personal zone of agreed upon intimacy in a public setting--- perhaps it’s not even a public setting--- it can take place at school, can take place in a work environment, it can take place wherever we choose to show our feathers, while at the same time, exhibit restraint in the present--- so our hormones may very well still be racing, so our wants may very well be pumping at full throttle, but one may go even further to pose that flirting can be more satisfying than sex itself, because it never gets polluted--- that is, if you have lived any number of years, you know that sex loses its flame, regardless of how you come about it--- you need to recharge that flame any number of ways or leave the individual in question, so as to start over & the whole thing starts with allowing the fuse lit in the embers of sexual tension that flirting fans. enjoy the lack! enjoy the innuendos, the fantasies of what it would be like if…