I’m a flirt, that’s all I am
I get off on the chase
I’ll give you my best eyes and lines
but it’s all for fun
the thrill of a reaction
a response
to make you feel good
as much as me.
This I did not expect:
we laughed, were the most raucous
at the party
we almost kissed goodbye
but I had my concerns…
And then you sent me flowers
A married man sent me flowers
barrage of emotions hit
disgust the winner
shame a close second
I curled up in a ball and hid
under my desk
the note
that came with it
“Enchanting, seductive, naughty; I should have
told you to ditch Scrabble boy and
spent the afternoon with you.”
I have never been pursued
wooed
by a married man who sent me flowers.
I guess that’s what you get
for being a flirt.