OLD MAN FLIRT
Lady, let me flirt with you
B'fore I forget the reasons why
I have not forgotten the fluidity
Of a lusciously moving thigh.
Let me smell the nectar
You whisk up in the air
or just a tiny little whiff
from the flavor of your hair.
Ma'am, let me just say
I like those sultry lips.
The way you sway in step
tunes your moving hips.
I may as well say it
I am caressed by your smile.
And the strength of your gait
shows you've got the style.
I beg you, don't be angry
at my bold and forward talk.
Not meant to insult you
I bathe in your sultry walk.
See, I mean you no harm.
No way do I tend to hurt.
Chose you for my last lustful look
and my final wayward flirt.
3 comments:
If my hubby wrote poetry this is how he would speak to me. Love it. C. http://journalsa.ol.com/gdireneoe/thedailies
Chose you for my last lustful look
and my final wayward flirt.
Does bring to mind questions of why?
How could any woman be angry hearing these words, or reading them? Was this written before you got married? My name is Bea and I love your poetry, probably because I don't write this way, and I admire those who do. I found you through a comment you left in As I Am journal (Cyndi's hyperthyroidism story) at http://journals.aol.com/memes121/AsIAM/entries/499. I was enthralled by your 2006 entries, and so I came all the way back to your earlier entries to see how it all began... I so would like to know how it all began, your writing poetry the way you do. I am a teacher in elementary school, and trying to inspire kids to write is no easy task. Would love some suggestions! Love your journal/poetry. Bea
http://journals.aol.com/bgilmore725/Wanderer/
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