Mon Amour

Flirting.... a lost art, we have become a society that is afraid to flirt!

  Mon amour

you smile at me across the room

  wisps of smoke from your cigarette remind me of old movies

  you run your hand through your hair

  slowly , deliberately

  I feel your caress, from across the way

  my heart flutters

Your lips savor your steamy cappuccino

  the cup seems to melt in your powerful hands

  my senses respond without permission

  your dark dreamy eyes look directly into my imagination

  you have captivated my spirit

gave me a breath of life

 mon amour!

Reviews

[Pete]

wow. another home-run. "my senses respond without permission" & "your dark dreamy eyes look directly into my imagination". you've nailed it. exactly how it feels. the anticipation and excitement of the flirt does indeed seem like a lost art.

[Hebe]

So many things have changed over the years.... these milleniums don't know what they're missing;) i always look forward to your review, thank you