“Flirt”

A crowded room   

            conversations spilling out   

                        along with cleavage   

Eyes meet   

            smoldering glances from afar   

                        lashes lowered as blush spreads   

Tongue tickles upturned lips   

            in sensuous play   

                        bottom lip captured in a pout   

Maneuver clockwise   

            lean closer   

                        breath a whispered touch   

Here and gone   

            like smoke   

                        before the fire   

Copyright 2011 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman