Flirtation
Yes, leave my side to flirt with Maude,
To gaze into her eyes,
To whisper in her ear sweet words,
And low impassioned sighs;
And though she give you glance for glance,
And smile and scheme and plot,
You cannot raise a jealous thought,
I know you love her not.
Now turn to laughing Lulu,
That Witty, gay coquette,
With her teeth of shining pearl,
Her eyes and hair of jet:
With a mirthful smile imprison
Her hand within your own,
And softly press it—what care I?
You love but me alone.
To Ida’s chair you wander,
You’re bending o’er her now,
Until your own dark curls have brushed
Against her queenly brow;
In vain she strives to bind you
With fascinating spell;
For if sharply now I suffer,
You suffer too as well.
This fit of gay coquetry
Is meant, ah! well I know
To avenge my quiet flirting
At our ball a night ago,
With that winning, handsome stranger,—
Remember, Harry dear,
’Twas yourself who introduced him,
Yourself who brought him here.
Let us cease this cruel warfare,
Come back to me again!
Ah, what do we reap from flirting
But heartaches, mutual pain?
You’ll forgive my past shortcomings—
Be tender as of yore
And we both will make a promise
To henceforth flirt no more.
poem by Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
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Sideways
My love mesmerizes you;
its your intoxication.
I see your soul
singing with every glance I give,
every heart tug
you too evince in me,
with just one
of those smiles of yours.
You pose in my view,
twirl slightly,
give me sudden side-way
glance
just like in the movies,
counting my heartbeats
which you can hear from across the room.
Oh, you love my smitten-ness.
Like the hummingbird
you flutter to each of my flower glances
suck my nectar
and fly away quickly
leaving only a blur of wings
in my too-slow side vision.
Oh, I love your flirting love
it gives
so much
to your innocent ego
which needs my need of you,
my hungry eyes.
Your need of me
is as great as mine for you;
in this we are Flirtation Lovers
ever attracted
but never joined.
For me this is enough for now;
for you it is a need fulfilled.
We are Lovers of the Side-way Glance;
a love never to consummate
because that would likely spoil
a Love Perfect
in its purity
and mutual joy.
Ours can only
survive
in the askance view
where I look at you from afar
offering you
yet more
nectar;
as you flirt and flit
on the wing
exhausting
my quivering
flower.
.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Variety is spicy
Take off your eyes; Let your wife flirt with someone.
Take off your eyes; Let your husband flirt with someone.
Flirting makes spurt Oestrogen and testosterone,
Which will induce you both to mate with vigour as often.
27.02.2000, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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More than a Look
There is nothing like this
Which hurts quite as much
As seeing the one you love
Gaze into another’s eyes
To see them smile, laugh
Light up with such delight
It is an exquisite pain
You would give anything
To be those eyes looking back
The reason behind that smile
To be laughing in tandem
How it hurts to be left watching
To suffer such agony
When a look is more
Than you can bare to see
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Flirt or not?
If looking in the eye...
And telling them what you really feel about them...
IS flirting....
If accepting and appreciating a truth about a person...
And making the person feel nice about it...
IS flirting...
If staying close everytime that person is around...
And giving a hug whenever you could...
IS flirting...
If speaking from the bottom of your heart...
And smiling everytime you talk to that person...
IS flirting...
If stealing glances every now and then...
And getting naughty at times...
IS flirting...
Then yes... i am a FLIRT! ! ! and proud to be one...
poem by Nivea Antony
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The Flirting Kind
She used to be the flirting kind
But the boy loved her anyway
He made up his mind
She said, whats a girl to do to be content?
Use your imagination
Time to experiment
Make love like a punishment
So they call her the flirting kind
The flirting kind
You better stop
Stop your running round
I got everything I wanted
I could make up for lost ground
With the flirting kind
The flirting kind
Your love is best
But Ill leave like the rest
The flirting kind
The flirting kind
They say that her fate is sealed
But shes much too beautiful to ever yield
She says, whats a girl to do to be content?
Use your imagination
Time to experiment
Make love like a punishment
So they call her the flirting kind
The flirting kind
Shes crying in her sleep
For a man tone deaf
So is a man all over
Hes all over, all over town
With the flirting kind
The flirting kind
Your love is best
But Ill leave like the rest
The flirting kind
The flirting kind
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Second Love
Could I reveal the secret joy
Thy presence always with it brings,
The memories so strangely waked
Of long forgotten things,
The love, the hope, the fear, the grief,
Which with that voice come back to me, --
Thou wouldst forgive the impassioned gaze
So often turned on thee.
It was, indeed, that early love,
But foretaste of this second one, --
The soft light of the morning star
Before the morning sun.
The same dark beauty in her eyes,
The same blonde hair and placid brow,
The same deep-meaning, quiet smile
Thou bendest on me now,
She might have been, she WAS no more
Than what a prescient hope could make, --
A dear presentiment of thee
I loved but for thy sake.
poem by Henry Timrod
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Much That I Remember About You
I remember you
I remember the first time I saw you
Looking up and there you were, an angel on earth
It occurred when I didn’t expect it, wasn’t looking
Seeing you and thinking that you were pretty
Seeing you and wondering why, afterwards, I
Remember you more now
I remember your voice
I remember the first time I heard and it enchanted me
Dulcet tones playing hypnotic music disguised as a woman’s voice
It happened in conversation, in the harmony of all you spoke
Hearing the coy happiness in the words we shared
Hearing the smile in your tone so that I
Remember your voice now
I remember your eyes
I remember the first time I became lost in them
How it was a time when our eyes met in more than just a glance
It happened in a moment, together with you
Seeing in your eyes more than just a casual interest
Seeing in your eyes myself and us which is why I
Remember your eyes now
I remember your skin
I remember the first time I felt the touch of your skin
When your fingertips brushed mine in flirting invitation
It flashed in a moment, skin to skin
Feeling the electricity of your touch, your skin against mine
Feeling the heat passing between us as I
Remember the feel of your skin now
I remember how you made me feel
I remember the first time I admitted to myself
What I felt for you was more than just friendship
It came in a moment, talking with you
Realizing that every thought of you made me smile
Realizing that each smile made me
Remember even more how you made me feel
I remember why I fell for you
I remember this all the time now
The memory comes in thoughts, your voice, your eyes
It happens in every moment these days, loving you
Knowing that what happened between us is a good beginning
Knowing that we could be much more always helps me
Remember constantly why I fell in love with you
poem by David Terry
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Your Flirting Heart
How you really turn their heads
Just like you do to me so well
Even though your so well read
Your Flirting Heart
When you look back and smile
I can't help but not take you real
You tell me I'm the only lover
But I don't know if that's how you feel
Your Flirting Heart
I rather just take my own time
And let love lead the very way
Instead of rushing in it all
If our love is real then it will stay
Your Flirting Heart
poem by Suelynn Walters
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Flirt
FLIRT (with me)
You lost your self respect
You gave it all away
for no good reason
what were you thinking
Flirt with me
If you want me to
I'll do it for you
When you got that
smile on your face
that look in yourt eye
So look into these eyes
and tell me what you see
do you see affection
the way it should be
come on
Flirt with me
If you want me to
I'll do it for you
When you got that
smile on your face
that look in your eye
you want everything
I am the first you will ever have
I am your lover
I'm your God
When I get close to you
When you got that
smile on your face
that look in your eye
you want everything
song performed by by Zeromancer
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Your ways
The way you talk makes me feel good inside.
I just love staring at your eyes.
The way you touch me makes me horny.
I just want to pull you on me.
The way you flirt is so cute.
I love flirting back with you.
There are so many things you do.
That make me keep falling for you.
poem by Jean Pullman
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Anthem
When the night wind softly blows through my open window
Then I start to remember the girl that brought me joy
Now the night wind softly blows sadness to tomorrow
Bringing tears to eyes so tired
Eyes I thought could cry no more
If the day would only come
Then you might just appear
Even though youd soon be gone
When I reached out my hand
If I could see you
If only I could see you
To see if you are laughing or crying
When the night winds softly blow
In my dark and whispering room
Memories still bring me a numbness to my feelings
Take my hand and brush my brow
In the warm and fevered dark
Heart is madly beating
My crazy thoughts are burning
When the night winds softly blow
If the day would only come
Then you might just appear
Even though youd soon be gone
When I reached out my hand
If I could see you
If only I could see you
To see if you are laughing or crying
When the night winds softly blow
If the day would only come
Then you might just appear
Even though youd soon be gone
When I reached out my hand
If I could see you
If only I could see you
To see if you are laughing or crying
When the night winds softly blow
song performed by by Deep Purple
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An Old Memory
How sweet the music sounded
That summer long ago,
When you were by my side, love,
To list its gentle flow.
I saw your eyes a-shining,
I felt your rippling hair,
I kissed your pearly cheek, love,
And had no thought of care.
And gay or sad the music,
With subtle charm replete;
I found in after years, love
'Twas you that made it sweet.
For standing where we heard it,
I hear again the strain;
It wakes my heart, but thrills it
With sad, mysterious pain.
It pulses not so joyous
As when you stood with me,
And hand in hand we listened
To that low melody.
Oh, could the years turn back, love!
Oh, could events be changed
To what they were that time, love,
Before we were estranged;
Wert thou once more a maiden
Whose smile was gold to me;
Were I once more the lover
Whose word was life to thee,--
O God! could all be altered,
The pain, the grief, the strife,
And wert thou--as thou shouldst be--
My true and loyal wife!
But all my tears are idle,
And all my wishes vain.
What once you were to me, love,
You may not be again.
For I, alas! like others,
Have missed my dearest aim.
I asked for love. Oh, mockery!
Fate comes to me with fame!
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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All That Love Asks
All that I ask, 'says Love, 'is just to stand
And gaze, unchided, deep in thy dear eyes;
For in their depths lies largest Paradise.
Yet, if perchance one pressure of thy hand
Be granted me, then joy I thought complete
Were still more sweet.
'All that I ask, ' says Love, 'all that I ask,
Is just thy hand clasp. Could I brush thy cheek
As zephyrs brush a rose leaf, words are weak
To tell the bliss in which my soul would bask.
There is no language but would desecrate
A joy so great.
'All that I ask, is just one tender touch
Of that soft cheek. Thy pulsing palm in mine,
Thy dark eyes lifted in a trust divine
And those curled lips that tempt me overmuch
Turned where I may not seize the supreme bliss
Of one mad kiss.
'All that I ask, ' says Love, 'of life, of death,
Or of high heaven itself, is just to stand,
Glance melting into glance, hand twined in hand,
The while I drink the nectar of thy breath,
In one sweet kiss, but one, of all thy store,
I ask no more.'
'All that I ask'-nay, self-deceiving Love,
Reverse thy phrase, so thus the words may fall,
In place of 'all I ask, ' say, 'I ask all, '
All that pertains to earth or soars above,
All that thou wert, art, will be, body, soul,
Love asks the whole.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Timeless
Pain like this,
Hurts like never before,
I've never known pain,
As bad as this.
You hurt me,
Do you know that,
Do you know,
That I miss you?
I lied before,
When I said it's okay,
Because I'm truly,
Dying on the inside.
But I'd never tell you,
That you made me this way,
Because I don't want you,
To hurt like this.
I care about you,
Too much to,
Make you feel,
Even a little pain.
Did you know that,
I'd never hurt you,
I would have never ever,
Let you go.
You were special,
Rather are special,
And you'll always,
Have a place in my heart.
But I must know,
Why you let me go,
Why you turned,
And walked away.
Oh please tell me,
Tell me what I did,
Tell me why,
I stand here alone.
You made your promises,
That I thought you could keep,
But you broke them all,
When you left me.
I need you here,
At my side,
I long for the days,
When you were here.
I remember those days,
When you were at my side,
I remember the way,
You looked in my eyes.
I miss those days,
When you'd just gaze at me,
When your glance,
Made me smile.
Every second felt timeless,
Every second was perfect,
And I knew that what,
We had was true.
But my dear I ask,
That you tell me why,
Why I sit here,
Dying for you.
poem by Katherine Bryce
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Leave Me Alone
(ian hunter)
I love your sulky eyes,
I love your raven hair.
I often fantasize
A beautiful affair,
A broken paradise
cause you dont even care.
I love your sultry smile,
I love to see you dance.
Sometimes it drives me wild
To know Ive got no chance.
Your boyfriend doesnt see
Youre flirting, teasing me.
Why dont you leave me alone,
Leave me alone?
Wont you leave me alone,
Leave me alone.
Sometimes Ill act ok,
Sometimes Ill try and hide.
But when you look at me,
I fall apart inside.
Across a broken sea
You took me for a ride.
Why dont you leave me alone,
Leave me alone?
Wont you leave me alone,
Leave me alone.
Other lovers go home
And Im left here alone
With my heart in my hand.
I just cant understand
Why you treat me this way.
I just got to say.
Why dont you leave me alone,
Leave me alone?
Wont you leave me alone,
Leave me alone.
Why dont you leave me alone,
Leave me alone?
Wont you leave me alone,
Leave me alone.
(oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
Why dont you leave me,
Leave me alone, oh)
song performed by by Ian Hunter
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The Reaper in the Bush
He was lyin' on his bunk,
In the hut behind the mill,
Ravin' like a man wild drunk,
Never silent, never still,
'Best go in an' say Good bye,'
Says old Blair. 'He's got to die.'
God! I never want to see
Any face so wrung with pain,
Nor to hear such blasphemy
Ever in my life again.
White he was, an' starey-eyed,
With his hand pressed to his side.
'Now he raves,' says Daddy Pike.
'He ain't wise to what he says
Never have I heard the like
All me wicked livin' days.'
'Raise him up a bit,' says Blair.
'Put that pillow under there.
'Raise him. . . . There now, easy, lad.
Turn a little - gently - so.
You'll not feel it near so bad. . . .
Painin'? Yes, I know, I know.
Yes, old man; it's Blair, your friend. . . .
(Boys, he's very near the end.')
Soon a saner, calmer look
Came in Murray's strainin' eyes.
Though his body heaved an' shook,
He held back his awful cries
Till another wave of pain
Gripped him, an' he shrieked again.
'Christ!' he called. 'O, Christ, the pain!
Boys, you know I ain't a funk.'
Still he took the Name in vain,
Writhin' there upon his bunk.
'Do you call him?' says old Blair.
Pointin' upward. 'He is there.'
'Blair!' he gasps. 'Do you believe?
Such as me! Is there a chance?'
'Easy, Murray. Don't you grieve.
You ain't worth a single glance
Save of pity from His eye.
Laddie, pray before you die.'
'God! I'm frightened, Blair!' says he . . .
'Boys, you know I never whined. . . .
Where's the hope for one like me?
I ain't no hymn-singin' kind.'
There was pleadin' in his glance:
'Blair,' says he, 'is there a chance?'
Old Bob Blair reached for his hand.
'Chance there is, an' certainty.
Try to think an' understand.
Nothin's There to fear,' says he.
'Him, the Merciful, the Mild,
Think ye He would strike a child?
'Think ye that he put you here,
Gave you labour, gave you pain,
So your end should be fear
That you plead to Him in vain?
Nay, dear laddie, while you've breath,
Live in hope, an' smile on death.'
With a hard hand, woman-kind,
He pushed back the sweaty hair.
'Now then, laddie, ease your mind,
Pain will end for you out There. . . .'
An' the smile on Blair's rough face
Was a blessin' an' a grace.
'God!' says Ben, 'You are a friend:
Friend, old man, an' father too.
Hold my hand right to the end
They'll take notice There of you. . . .
Good-bye, Jim, an' Dusty Dick,
Simon, Pike. . . .I'm goin' - quick.'
With his eyes shut tight he lay,
His breath comin' in great sobs.
An' his poor lips seemed to pray,
As his hand held fast to Bob's. . . .
Now his sobs an' prayin' cease.
Says old Blair, 'God give him peace!
'Give him peace!' sighed old Bob Blair,
As he rose beside the dead.
But I caught his wistful stare,
An' the muttered words he said:
'God,' he prayed - 'if one there be -
Give such faith an' peace to me.'
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Quarshie
Flirting young girls do forget their ages as they grow!
But when they do marry after their flirting games,
There and then they do see that they are very old.
Life to them is like,
Today you flirt and tomorrow you marry;
But it will not be the same always!
Because one day they will turn and want to have children,
Then and there it will be too late for them!
Yes, they have aborted many of their unwanted pregnacies;
But i am Quarshie on this side of the river and,
I know what i see around me always.
I know what i am saying and,
I know wher i came from;
For around me are many young girls playing from bed to bed,
And these experiences in life will one day cost them a lot!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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For the sake of our memories
Don't be deceived by the strength you see in my eyes
or by the perfection you witness in my stance
for when you leave they just rain on me with the skies
while my defeated knees collapse in a glance
your smile used to make my heart rejoice
but I have absorbed it all in the past, it seems
forgive me for the Indifference you hear in my voice
forgive me for obscurely summoning you in my dreams
Don't be mislead, by the height of my shoulders
or the smile you see so frequently
it is merely a mask worn by fearful soldiers
or the remainder of my pride reaching out to me
be wary of the words you are about to use
for words leave scars which are easier to trace
you have always been smart with gestures and clues
you were always able to read the silence in my face
please don't look at me with those distant eyes
look away, it will be easier for me to survive the months
Remember our energy, laughter and miles
Don't wave to me, with hands; you've held me with once
poem by Ayesha Sartawi
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0371 Reading behind the lines
So if it makes you feel great,
OK, go ahead -
as long as you're making yourself more attractive
for me, not your next husband...
OK, look like Anne Robinson if you must;
yes, she is great seen full-face, I grant
but now she's got no profile
to match those wit-sharp comments
to a sideways glance...
and yes, it's blushingly well-known
than a man can't even recognise his own wife in a crowd
if she's had her hair done in the interim...
so who am I - except the one who loves you
like the supper we've had every week
since we were courting? ...
but let me just say this:
I who have loved you
in my quiet way
like a favourite book (now, where did I put it? ...)
love those fine lines, that time and - we - have etched;
we men, surprise, are something of a connoisseur of lines:
the lines that cross your forehead: there, because
you're just so silly about not being seen by other men
with spectacles on your nose -
as if that told strange men
a lie and not the truth...
if they were lines of worry, anxiety, failure -
they'd be my responsibility, not yours...
and then the lines around the mouth:
that's a national thing in part -
it's well known that American women
welcome you with open mouth;
(and teeth! ...pearls? more like spotlights...) but
Europeans greet you with a smile of eyes;
(and there are cruder analogies I'll leave unsaid) :
so look carefully, man,
those smile-lines - a little forced;
or natural?
accommodating show-biz whopping tooth-caps?
upward and sweet-natured? or that downward turn
that bespeaks a critical mind you might come home to every night?
then the lines under your eyes - none of my business, those:
that's a matter of heredity or, OK, cosmetic surgery...
please yourself, my darling;
you've bags of skin, I've bags of money. That was a joke.
but the lines around the sides of your sweet eyes -
ah, how I love those...
the European smile that makes a man's heart melt;
'crow's feet' indeed! there's written, years of happy life,
and children, friends; the world itself
in those sweet lines...
' In those dear lines, my love, your soul is caught;
Your soul; my life; without them I am aught.'...
OK go ahead, spend my money if it makes you happy -
you know I'll always go along with you...
(I don't know yet, how I'll respond
at parties now when carefree younger men
give you that searching glance that chancers give...)
But please, I beg of you, don't ask your surgeon
with his character-erasing tools
to take away those lines around the corners of your eyes,
that smile at me
from a lifetime that's been shared.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Broken Chances
My Love,
I don't know how you're going to get this,
But it is my last word on this Earth.
Just what ever you do sit alone and read this.
I want you to be at the lake where you gave me my first kiss,
I want you to sit by the tree that held us, and read this.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You were my love, my only one person who always made me smile,
You held my hand through so many things, so many firsts.
You were my light you were my smile
And you told me the three deadly words,
The words that always kill, but first make you smile.
I have sewed my mouth shut, so you will never see me smile.
I would melt at the sound of your voice,
I would just sit and listen just to know you were really there,
I would call when you weren't home, just to hear your voice.
My wish every day was to hear you say 'I love you',
To hear your voice.
I have glued my ears so I don't have to listen to your lies.
I remember the feeling of your hands running through my hair,
You'd weave your fingers through it to comfort me,
Sometimes I would act sad just to feel your fingers in my hair,
I would silently smile and melt in your arms.
I remember your fingers running through my blond hair.
I have cut my hair so I can never remember that feeling.
U can see you standing looking at me with your sparkling eyes,
I always see you,
I can never see past those deep eyes,
I can see you smile at me, see your hands reach for mine.
I can still see your eyes.
I have cut my eyes out so I can never again fall into your deceiving eyes.
You made my heart race with butterflies, with hope.
I gave you my heart to keep, you said you'd never break it,
You gave me the one thing i needed ti keep going; hope.
And I fell for the traps, I gave you EVERYTHING.
I ave you all the hope I held in my heart, my soul.
I have stabbed my heart, just so you can't shatter what's already broken.
You became my life, you became my love, my everything.
No matter what happened I still loved you,
And no matter what I tried to give you everything,
And you made me loose so much that I'm left with nothing,
And with my dying breath I give you what was all I had left, my everything.
I take my life to show you what love really means, that it's not the lie you told.
I may not be able to smile when you hold me,
I may not be able to hear your words even if their truth,
I may not be able to remember you soothing touch, or your warmth,
I mat not be able to see your eyes, or your reaching hands,
I may not be able to press my beating heart against your skin,
I may not be able to give you a second chance, for like my heart it is broken,
But After the pain and lies, I believe in what I felt for you,
And hope maybe someday you'll believe the same, and find beauty from pain
Even with nothing left to give you but my word, I breath my last breath for you.
I lay in silence to let you live, to give to you a broken second chance,
For I will always love you,
Be............
by: Bethany Maxwell =)
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