flirting with my friend
so lovely and radiant in the sun is she
her smile inspires my smile
Mom's Watchful Eye from Heaven keeps me respectful
my strong belief in being faithful keeps me smart and grounded
as we say our goodbyes, we say Sincerity Prayers for each other
she gives me a meaningful slap on my left arm, which makes Mom smile in Heaven
a female dove with a watchful eye lands on my left shoulder out of nowhere and pecks me repeatedly on my forehead
my friend, who i playfully flirted with, begins laughing uncontrollably
she then says, 'uh huh, that's what your flirting behind gets'
i reply by saying 'WHAT ABOUT YOU?!?'
you answer by saying 'you have a Precious Blessing Beyond Worthy of Counting'
i wave a final goodbye with a rare smile and simply say 'Yes Mom'
you said all the right words
had me fall for you
now you have me
but don't have what it takes
to keep me ~
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Rendering rainbows over candy kisses
Above the marvels of a mindless moon
Meandering with fairies and flower wishes
Miming melodies frolicking with a flirting tune
Nimble poets prance scribing wistful words
Courting playful paramours to canoodle and swoon
Entranced in witless wooing, amorously absurd
The cute little blushes,
every time we look at each other,
every time our friends tease us together.
The blood that rushed into my cheeks,
every time I think of you.
It's going to get me into trouble at home.
The way my smile lights up my face,
Even when we talk or look at each other,
whilst passing by.
My flushed cheeks,
while reading poetry,
that reminds me of you.
The happiness that creeps onto my face,
even when I write about you.
All this makes my heart ache,
begging us to not mess this up.
All of this teasing and smiling,
keeps my hopes up.
The cute little blushes and the gorgeous gorgeous smiles!
I never knew that I could hurt
So bad till I saw you flirt
With a girl behind the bar
Smiling brightly like a star
I was gonna get a drink
After work so I could think
About problems in my life
Till you stabbed with with a knife
Of betrayal I would see
At the door--It couldn't be
You were gonna be at work
At a meeting--what a jerk
Your back turned--You didn't know
How my heart sunk down below
All the sadness at the door
Where I almost hit the floor
From the sight before my eyes
How did I not recognize
The signs I refused to see
That was in your history
My friends warned me about you
But I tried to see it through
Thinking it would not get worse
Hoping I could just reverse
Your bad habits but I guess
You never tried to really bless
Me with a one woman man
I tried to do the best I can
Now I see your old ways
Hasn't changed through out the days
Your deceitfulness has led
You to another woman's bed
I walk away--you didn't notice
Now I'm frozen from the coldness
That I have to live with now
I do not even know how
My poor heart is still beating
When did your love start fleeting
From my heart to other girls
Wrecking my entire world
Intense emotions flow from you to me all the way across town
For though what you say to me is only in text, I feel you all around
You touch my heart and open my mind, my senses running free
And if we should meet...
Just us two, you could run me to the ground
Capture (C) Susan Manley 1985
Her face showed he'd come off as predal
Now it was too late to backpedal
"Stupid wins prizes,"
She shouts, "of all sizes,"
Her handprint now worn like a medal
Every word feels ecstatic
when a poet court them
with much resoect and affection
before lead them in glory
to the altar of poetry
As you guys probably have already noticed I like to talk about sax.Unfortunately as you might know in reality People hide their true desires as society still sees it as some sort of taboo and that is what led to creation of me.I share desires without being shamed or feeling embarrassed since there are no boundaries and guilt that is why I flirt and leave my bashfulness aside.Great sax happens when you let it occur naturally.Let's quit these mind games and do it in real!Raining cum on each other is bullshhitt isn't it??My People call me harami for being into sax stuff at a young age.Do you think that's a bad thing??I just Love how(DON SUPARI)thinks that he can cheat on me and get away with it.I know this game better than he does because I used to be a CAKE in the PAST and now I am pastry...Abad Ur Rehman...
a bike ride with you
tastes so much more than the thirst...
one watermelon
when together in embrace
so cool upon red hot lips.
© Harry J Horsman 2022
smiles and winks
at cocktail hour
ah ~ to be young again
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Posted on July 11, 2022
no matter how
sweet the innuendos
it’s still play
and only sounds
like conversation
AP: 2nd place 2022
Posted on June 12, 2022
Some pretty girls think it’s incredibly funny
When older gentlemen wink and call them “Honey”
Never do they turn back,
Morals they surely lack
When they take these "dirty, old men" for their money.
written May 15, 2021
Her face assumed a distant air,
A strong veil of old sadness.
She was relatively still young.
A butterfly in her prime of life.
Yet she felt heaviness of heart
That only age could explain.
She had seen him with other girls,
Younger butterflies than she.
Handsome as he was,
He was an attraction in the town.
Suddenly she realized he was free,
And began to notice her as she walked in the public garden.
He saw her as a butterfly, flitting from flower to flower
But he never stayed long, she was convinced.
She smiled, a sudden change of brightness.
He would realize she was not so old after all.
Her face was smooth, an evanescent of age
And wrinkles. Her eye glimmered with mirth.
Afterall wasn’t she as beautiful as any other butterfly?
Perhaps he would ask her out. Would she accept?
It would not last, she knew him too well.
Too many butterflies for her liking.
So, she’ll decline politely and show him the door.
It did not take him too long to ask her for a date.
Absentmindedly, she gladly accepted.
Old School Flirting that actually worked
Pardon my french but you swivel my chisel and you look as happy as a clam, I am head over heel’s let’s just say, be still my heart. Your my cup of tea and I will bring home the beacon for you I hope you will be there with bells on, your the bee’s knees and the cats meow purrrr
You swivel my chisel*
Your the cats meow purrrr*
You are the bee’s knee’s
Be still my heart*
Bring home the beacon*
Pardon my french*
You look happy as a clam*
I am head over heels*
I’ll be there with bells on*
Your my cup of tea*
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