I like to flirt because

Be honest

Who doesn’t like to be told

How lovely they are

With just a look or

A brush of a touch

And who wouldn’t want to pretend

That there is no mess underneath

The smile that spreads

Through all your tender parts

When a man looks at you

Saying things that make your heart beat

Just a bit louder in your own ears?

Don’t you like that too

The little game that’s played

In the sliver of space between

Your face and his

When you feel like you could

Snap a finger and he would go down on a knee,

Beg you for a chance to do

Whatever you wanted him to do?

I know it’s all pretend

But I’m telling you

That’s why I like it.