There is an art to fine flirtations
More than just innuendo and infatuations.
Giving heed to little signs.
Some obvious others benign.

Coy little glances steal her sight.
Summer sky blue eyes, raptured soul’s delight.
Penetrate her outer defense
Without giving to her offense.

A sultry walk and a wiggle of her ass.
Temps the tempter with hopes unsurpassed
He makes his move to catch her eye.
A brush of her hip as she walks by.

She glances back, sultry eyes fix his stare.
His temptation is to take her right there.
He resists this tease for a moment more.
As she makes her way to the door.

He guesses he misjudged his evaluation
Of her tempted flirtations.
Screwed again is all he thought.
As she turned around once the door was locked.

His machismo was held in tact.
With a bravado he treasured for a fact.
She sauntered her way toward him.
She flicked the switch, the lights grew dim.

With bedroom eyes locking him in place.
Her lips softly kissed his face.
When only a moment ago was strife his life,
He’s just been blessed by a kiss from his wife.

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