the flirt

there is still an innocence

thrown into the mix bag of

age & experience,

rolled up in something of a

carpet roll of stress &

a lack of time to spend on

any real connection beyond

the immediate fleeting moments,

which dwells in

the flirt---

flirtation takes us back to the

playground,

where stirrings become succulent

as words drip off our tongues &

smiling is okay,

laughing is okay,

light touching & whatever else

gets thrown into that personal

zone of

agreed upon intimacy in a

public setting---

perhaps it’s not even a public

setting---

it can take place at school,

can take place in a work environment,

it can take place

wherever we choose to show our

feathers,

while at the same time,

exhibit restraint in the

present---

so our hormones may very well

still be racing, so our wants may

very well be pumping at full

throttle,

but one may go even further to

pose that flirting can be more satisfying

than sex itself,

because it never gets polluted---

that is, if you have lived any number of years,

you know that sex loses its flame,

regardless of how you come about it---

you need to recharge that flame

any number of ways or

leave the individual in question,

so as to start over &

the whole thing starts with

allowing the fuse lit in

the embers of sexual tension

that flirting

fans.

 

enjoy the lack!

enjoy the innuendos, the fantasies of

what it would be like

if…