Seductive Portents

You wink with grandiose fair twinkling eyes reflect a sparkle I hold out my hand then you say, I'm not that kind of girl Shortly thereafter, you flash a smile the radiance flares in my direction I send an entreating nod then you say, I'm not that kind of girl Later, you swivel your shapely hips the sensual dance sends out vibes In reply, I pat my beating heart then you say, I'm not that kind of girl In due course, you sit down, cross your legs and fold your arms in a sterile bow I take a step toward the door you call out, I'm that kind of girl