Best Flirtatiously Poems
"Tease for Two"
“Ein bisschen Zucker
mit Ihrer Sahne, Sir?“
German accent
smoky toned
she purred
Periwinkles suavely winked,
then played with his -
cufflinks
“Not now Schvee Tart”
he said holding his attache tight
looking across the room
grinning Lupine Blues
a slight smile on his lips,
bemused,
“Service calls,
her name is
"Q”
Across the dance floor
all eyes turned
Parting tall bus boys, handsome waiters
matrons with their peach blinis, their tart apple martinis
flustered debutantes
all poetic unsure
first time daters
dilettantes
rubbed their -
eyes again, they blinked
made way, made room,
for Q's
sashaying soliloquy
serious multi tasking
sensual stiletto Hell-on-High Heels
slick Scarlet lip-glossed
VaVaVoom
As it should be
entertaining control,
further into the room
across the dazzling polished dance floor
no pastie tasselling girls
on well-oiled silver poles
The Special Agent
slinked
The Old Boys
raised their drinks
He stands
She sits
"Ist das eine Waffe
in deiner Tasche,
Special Agt Schmidt?"
She glances at her
Bulgari Serpenti Incantati
and in English says,
"This better be good,
Now is not the time to quit"
Like a wolf
Periwinkles
grins
"Q," he low growl says,
"I propose a change in destination,
I've taken the liberty to buy you
feathers for your wings -
tickets Q...."
then flirtatiously adds,
"Simply adore your bling"
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
1. lupine/wolf
2. lupine/lupinus, genus blue flowering plant
3. Libertango
Categories:
flirtatiously, adventure, humor, romance, word
Form:
Romanticism
Being sensual isn’t necessarily about sex.
I recall a night of such immense innocent delight
that all my senses -heightened- far exceeded
my teenage expectations of romance.
My sense of sight had already been triggered
from the moment I first met the young man
whose eyes so flirtatiously met mine.
As sweet as chocolate, his eyes melted me.
His smile was honey and his voice too,
which dripped with an accent which was French -
instantly attracted my sense of hearing.
In the front seat of his Buick Riviera,
this boy from Quebec taught me the allure
of taking time . . .
taking time to gaze into each other eyes,
taking time to feel . . . to really feel
each little nibble on my ear lobe
and the sweetness of his breath
at the nape of my neck; to feel his fingers
as they softly traced the features of my face -
worshippingly -
as if I were a goddess he was touching.
Even my sense of smell was aroused by his colgne.
Taking his time . . .
such lingering precious time,
he arrived to that first anticipated kiss,
and my sense of taste was then aroused,
for his kiss was ambrosia of the gods.
To touch his silken skin and hair,
and then to feel his lips moving smoothly over mine!
In synche with him -
romance was nothing but sublime.
All the while his hands – so magical -
caressed my hands, my arms, my shoulders,
and my back down to my waist.
Feelings I’d never experienced before
overwhelmed me with bliss.
I was still a virgin, and he knew exactly how far
not to go.
Keeping me at the brink
of something I was not to know till I was married,
I was more than satisifed and never before in my life
had I felt more cherished.
Every sense of mine was totally engaged
by his dulcet whispers
and the beauty of his eyes, his nose, his mouth,
and his entire tall slender body.
The touch of him, the feel of him,
and the feel of MY burgeoning emotions -
for me this was a virgin’s dream
of sensuality.
Feb. 3, 2021
for the Sensual Poetry Contest of Charlotte Puddifoot
Categories:
flirtatiously, sexy,
Form:
Free verse
A prolific singer, you mimic songs of Blue Jays -
From the poem, The Mockingbird by Vijay Pandit*
BLACK SAILS
You charleton! I believed you when the full moon stopped overhead,
when the breeze like a quilt wrapped around me with warm heat, when
your fingers flirtatiously covered the holes of your flute, my pet —
you once were all that, and I believed you. What a fool was I
for the entreaty of love. Oh how those vibrating lips fiddled with my ears.
The charm, like a waterfall imbued with a rainbow. It sang like a buzzword
from Tristan — oh if only I had pretended black sails, forfeited your love
back then. Instead this slavegirl jangled her dowry skirt toward the storm.
Your puppy dog eyes, like a shepherd’s — I didn’t see the leper underneath.
The claws of your paws like a lion’s in manic kill. Yet, I saw what I wanted to see.
You’d stroke my hair at dawn ~ how’d I miss the threatening tug, the mock
of your arsenic tongue. No, Romeo, I’d not die for you; I’d kill for…
Oh but my eyes fill with cerulean skies, palm branches that cool me
down, your lyrical laughter, the brawn of your arms — robust waves.
And as I die, poisoned by the arrow of heartbreak, this poicephalus cues
a prolific singer, you mimic songs of Blue Jays.*
4/13/2020
Poetic lines from a Poetry Soup poet - Vijay Pandit Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
Note: A poicephalus parrot is not very smart
Categories:
flirtatiously, anger, imagery, love hurts,
Form:
Verse
# oi KING Mandalay
Influence by the element of air,
You had me at love’s first stare.
Ruled by the element of your water,
Emotions no one can slaughter.
You call upon me like a charmer,
Awaken me out of my outer body armor.
A cobra memorized by your romance,
With a trance of my belly snake dance,
I love your built confidence,
Flirtatiously lost in a hypnotic trance.
Sending a kiss to your sensitive toy,
One day you will be my silly boy.
Your dots fill up my sensual desire,
My passion adds burn to your fire.
I will add water to your thirst.
Motivate me; energize me, until I burst.
While the moon changes your mood,
Your key turns on my womanly jewels of nude.
All my emotions are out of control,
You roll me with the sweet dice of your soul.
A deep erotic ritual to feed the need.
Wanting more arousing the power of my greed.
I will aimlessly satisfy your pleasure of lust,
A loving environment absorbing the devils exotic dust.
Symbolizing our emotions and likes on the same level,
Your Cancer sign comes all twisted like a Tasmania devil.
Influencing the justice with my right hand muffet,
My Libra sign set on two strings like a puppet.
I will shove the love in to everything we speak of,
Secure my bloom with the wings of a dove.
Spoil me with your pride, and charisma of your heart,
Fantasize the beauty of the nature of our art.
Longing your slight touch with a hint of aggressive,
Around you I bury myself in the world of imaginative.
Your sign and element your gift thrives on me.
I exchange the feelings only you see.
Observe me; connect me, until you got my balance,
Have me, love me, and give me all your romance.
All though your ego gets in the way of truth.
My sweet love;-) you are still the one I choose.
By: P.D.
Categories:
flirtatiously, adventure, fantasy, romance, me,
Form:
Couplet
"Mesmerized"
I am
all of the
colours
in your mind
we dance our
fresh canvas
flirtatiously
brushstrokes
caressing
inquisitively
flowing
we blend together
effortlessly
Mesmerized
You are
all of the
colours
reflecting
in my eyes
Double Jeopardy
a cool seduction
hypnotized
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
Ryuichi Sakamoto - Amore (Playing The Orchestra 2013)
https://youtu.be/dMeDgrD4yXQ
Categories:
flirtatiously, romance, sensual,
Form:
Romanticism
Two candles burning down to wax -that’s how
I felt that one hot summer long ago -
a summer I remember even now
with images I never can let go.
Beside the ocean in the sun we lay,
flirtatiously, toes touching in the sand!
Into the waves we jumped like kids at play,
but how I simmered when you took my hand
to stroke my palm. Interlacing fingers,
we watched the sun go down in the twilight.
Slow boil on days like those – passion lingers,
then builds to climax in the shadowed night.
In summer’s heat I learned the meaning of
new feelings as I melted into love.
June 6, 2020 for John Hamilton's Summer Heat Poetry Contest
Categories:
flirtatiously, romance, youth,
Form:
Sonnet
You seduced and teased my yearning, with your succulent lure
A floral fragrance sumptuous and bizarrely pure,
You impaled and intoxicated my mind, with your corporeal charms
My impassioned heart, raced to your ominously parted arms!
You clasped me like an octopus, locked me in your iron embrace
Then I saw the restrained venom, glistening on your shifting face!
Irrevocably entrapped! Sandwiched between your gluttonous claws
Acquainted to your enormous hunger, peering from your slack jaws!
Couldn’t you heed the dilapidated struggle of my impotent gasp?
You unfeelingly asphyxiated me with your murderous grasp!
I was blinded by the appeal of your suicidal, sensual strokes
Now on your magnetic cuddle my body whole, shudders and chokes!
No longer are you suave, aromatic and flirtatiously tender
Virulently tamed, I rue my battered woeful surrender,
Like an insatiable leech you suckle me, siphon my naked despair!
A monster transformed, lacking traces of compassion or care
My labored breaths grow scrawny and senile,
While you gleefully devour me, with a ragged, complacent smile!
I writhe, you chew and grind and gnaw!
Like a vulture, ravenously consuming my remains raw!
I wane in vain, haplessly I tolerate
Aware, another victim will share my fate!
© Maverick Nyambu
Categories:
flirtatiously, betrayal, heartbreak, love hurts,
Form:
Rhyme
She laces this dark late winter's evening
with white manna grace,
flowing flying frosting
folding in and over and around
dark naked tree limbs
Dressed up and out
under ice limned networks
down in-flowing rivers
emptying onto cold cover
of frozen lace-flake
shivering shimmering
sad season
Hovers over what had been
pedestrian front predation lawn,
now transforming and mesmerizing
ecstatic ice crystals
Twinkle in response
as their ice-flame children
follow in post solstice pilgrim path
to die their individuality
within this here-now scurried view.
I smile, perhaps flirtatiously,
within shy winter's virgin dream,
a stubborn storm of snow
softly settling
quieter than white noise still
so so civilly right,
a silent black then white
bright moving set
frames a roundly wonderful life.
S/he is not smiling back;
I know that
But I feel this cold embrace
teasing tickling of too-perfect beauty,
hope imagining S/he could sleep
within heaven's blanket
Dream down Her winter's rain
for deep composting thirst
to drink through walls of hibernating glad
brewing spring's warmest winding offer.
This could go on all night
free of freezing fright
This reverse stalking
inside window peeper out
across front and back porches
Glazing Gaia's grace
elational transfiguration,
silent musing ecodrama
shows off Her magic show
for those with ears to see
through silent first snow
of momentous perennial occasion
Falling just in time
to brighten this sad day for dreams
of Beloved black in white Communions
spreading EarthMother's silent storm
Of love,
impossible to ever sleep
deep same again
Unlikely to become unlover,
to uncover
supremely white slippery cover.
Such elegant purgation grace!
I would dishonor Her
to break such silent sleep
within surrender's coldly storming space.
Categories:
flirtatiously, beauty, nature, race, silence,
Form:
Free verse
Like an artist with canvas, paint, and brush,
how then to illustrate (for you) in words
and in rhyme the throes of a bipolar rush?
For bookish and reserved, but manic, nerds
(like me), when I'm touched I'm inclined to gush
all over myself (for the pretty girls,
who'd blush like brides on their first wedding night;
as I flirtatiously finessed the twirls
of their sex-starved libidos with delight).
Yet the morn welcomed me with news of disgrace,
for I had acted the Lothario
with a Gorgon of a maiden:—whose face
was that of the Medusa's, the Gorgo!
To think, that I was so glad to escape:
seeing her with sober mind, I was agape!?
Categories:
flirtatiously, hyperbole, irony, mental illness,
Form:
Sonnet
"Dream Bug"
Hour glass
rainbows sparkling
crystal grainy rapids
sliding intrepidly through life’s fingers
their coloured sands speak in tones
they are obtuse and vapid
like snowflakes they fall
confetti on my hands
Writing you
between there
and here again
a feckless court jester
fearless sometimes
walking handstands
painting portraits
in pedantic rhyme
then a page stained,
you're thumb-licked and turning
metaphors gliding ghosting
a snail trail planchette
words miss spelled
they are moulting
like white feathers from cooing doves
we are back in grades of one
singled out on school parade
while the band plays on
we are all caught
like grounded gefilte fish in class
when the saints
go marching in
we’re stopped
for covert mingling
In the office a Nosferatu principal
ignores the grief
behind his two spectacles
two sets of hands are requested straight
knuckles down and held out
the bamboo cane
coaxed no passing
secrets out,
automata face
scream time put on delay
the clock to midnight
on his crypt's wall, hidden
strikes still a braille mind
doesn't once drop the ball
it smiles ruthfully
dialling up the forbidden
chemistry of tears,
a juxtoposition
from the internal well
My opal sky suspended
heaving dreams falling slow mo
through foggy clouds
are breathed in like lavender rain
antiseptic are all
our polished stories
rehearsed repetitively
then delayed and side courted
tennis left hand
lucid inarticulate
backhanded
Love all
candy hearted
is a fresh game
pulled swiftly
from a side pocket
refuting singing flutes
whistling and caressed
by a tongue flirtatiously wetting lips
a regular, pulsating change of pitch
a romantic vibrato
recalled
he calls me
a witch
Scent of a woman
once je t'adore
now her true essence leaking
their personalities mirror switched
bloodied and cut
pieces of peace
stolen by a foolish matador
she’s holding open the exit door
Dream Bug
walks across a
marked and sullied page
lines bleeding right
Melting
dissolved
to the far corner
lid sealed
in a glass jar
left-brained
Dream Bug
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
Categories:
flirtatiously, dark, psychological, romance,
Form:
Free verse
Flirtatiously, a
pod of whales breach through the skin
of the coy, shy sea!
Categories:
flirtatiously, animal, beautiful, beauty, imagery,
Form:
Haiku
THE POET’S FIRE: HER PERFUME SETS THE MOOD
she applied liberally
onto her pulse points,
a flame singed her skin
the spray perfumed the air
and she danced in its rain
she brushed her hair, charming
the mirror, turning it red,
as it read her thoughts
her negligee, satin and sexy,
soon enough her handsome groom
would feel it slip and slide over his chest
she surprises him at the boudoir door
his eyes tango, her hands slowly
emphasize her figure, caressing
the gown against her legs. her best friend
blessed her with this accoutrement
her new husband trembles as he asks,
“when did you get this?”
she smiles, flirtatiously
telling him her secret
he thanks her friend silently,
and approaches his beating heart
he slides his tee over his chest,
pulls her sexiness, close and cool,
heating up his throbbing pulse points
her perfume nudges him into the curvature
of her neck
he applies kisses liberally, sensate
lips brushing her skin
a brush fire that grows in intensity
leads to a cataclimatic* forest fire
licking at the silky gown,
removed in the deepening flames
9/21/2017
THE POET’S FIRE
Sponsor: Greg Barden
*Cataclimatic - word made up using Cataclysm and Climax
Categories:
flirtatiously, fire, sexy,
Form:
Free verse
Do you remember our sun-tanned limbs set free
on heated sand, tumbling bare through steamy air?
Our fanciful flights expressed, replied from tree
tops in dreams. Languishing winds still call me there.
Palm trees heavy with coconuts swayed while we
splashed flirtatiously in shimmering jade sea.
Admiring sunlight surfing effortlessly,
we never thought of Fall's chill in Summer’s glee.
June reminds of a vine-ripe henna sunrise
sweetened in youth’s glow to whimsical wisps of
sun flashing pink pleats in last dance as blue flies
away. Oh, how we shined on blithe breeze in love!
Look faraway to forgotten horizons
on splendid pastel painted canvas of sun’s
light passed by. Think of me in younger days gone
and reminisce of bliss as lives carry on.
Written 7/3/20
Contest - Summer Love
Sponsor - Chantelle Anne Cooke
Categories:
flirtatiously, beach, love, summer, youth,
Form:
Rispetto
Argh, I Ne'er Got Got Bran Did With...
A Muffin Top Before - Why Now!?
Impossible firm he (reed myth self)
to compete with Adonis, no way no chance
asthma gut busts over
waistband of sweatpants,
the choice couture,
asper this poet, who kant's
cease spewing regularly
(quotidian) raves and rants
years ago (another lifetime),
I partook of contra dance
sing, (and most casual suitable
place to find romance)
plus burn calories matter of fact,
a milieu to buff and enhance
physique, while simultaneously
kibitizing with great expanse
of pleasant gals and guys
one must not be afraid to prance
(albeit in accordance
with a caller on stage,
and maintain endurance)
synonymous with aerobic exercise,
and also act flirtatiously amorously glance
sing and/or stealing a French fried
kiss, yup dashing all
the way out to France,
yet returning just in time and proper,
or improper instance
all the while sustaining
the energetic activity over expanse
of a few hours (traditionally
held on Thursday evenings)
and for that block of time held in a trance,
asper...analogous to
spellbinding arrow or lance
suspended part way thru flight,
cuz all troubles troubles
temporarily melt away
which venue mentioned,
which small number of bucks one did pay
to participate among mine weekly highpoint,
where life liberty, and pursuit of happiness
which place this then akin to a cray
zee lee whirling dervish, did pine
to spruced himself up, and ready to hay
for four, thus sped without delay
this bag of lovely bones hapt tubby
more more trim, unlike
less physically fit body of today,
and scant finances find me find
foregoing joyfully
listening to musicians play
and healthily exhausted
with closing waltz,
thence out tummy car
yours truly did sashay!
Categories:
flirtatiously, addiction, appreciation, celebration, environment,
Form:
Rhyme
Brilliant blue butterflies
dance daintily
on beautiful Buddleia bushes
Fluttering flirtatiously
in gorgeous gardens
nibbling nectar
from fragrant flowers
as summer sun shines
Sponsored by Dear Heart- Wiishkobe Ode
Writing challenge October butterfly poetry contest
10/1/19
Categories:
flirtatiously, beauty, butterfly, garden,
Form:
Alliteration