You have SO captured that moment in time when flirtation stops being fun and becomes a head game. This poem is whimsical but powerful.
What does it mean? A touch, A look, A kiss (the chocolate kind), A word, A smile, A laugh. What do you mean by all this? Why do you tease me this way? I’m here Waiting For you to make a move. Stop confusing me. Is this a game to you? Is it like Cranium Or Taboo, Or Mafia, Or Twister? A game where you manipulate Your body, Your mind, My mind? Stop playing with me. Make a move Or move on. |
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