How To Flirt
From across the room
you were feeling me.
A doe eyed stranger
with sticky lip gloss.
That smirk? I meant it.
I know it smacked
blowing that kiss.
Are you enough?
Let’s find that out.
Can we touch,
stay discrete?
Read my mind.
Turned up
to broil
yet?
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