Fly Guy

Always looking for the next high “Baby, you-must-be-my-type” kinda guy Winking, lip-licking, thirsting, flirting Always searching, never certain Breaking hearts with single words, Settling down’s shit for the birds Spouting compliments, smoother than butter Setting girls hearts all a-flutter Now we see you, soon we won’t Try to tie me down, girl, please don’t Not …

Prelude to my Birthday

I wrote a poem yesterday To celebrate my birthday which is still a month away I always get excited and so very delighted When that day comes each year It makes up for each tear Shed all through the previous year August has just begun But I find it such fun To watch it die …

Something Else

I might fantasize about that crush I never kissed Wonder how his face would feel beneath my fingertips I might daydream about the cute guy who just passed But you, You’re something else   I might giggle at that bloke’s joke Even hold his stare too long Bat my eyelashes, give his hand a stroke …

Toxic Indulgence

The glint in his eyes should have been the first sign of danger. Then again, she had always known herself to bask in the thrill that trouble brought. She unwittingly drew closer to him. He smiled. A disarmingly charming smile that gave away nothing; it didn’t quite reach his eyes. That should have been the …

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