flirting

(flirting)

writes erotica inspired by the idea of you and never, ever reveals it to you in this lifetime (flirting)

looks at you over my shoulder through a curtain of wet hair and hisses (flirting)

writes a letter to you, anoints it with a drop of menstrual blood and then burns it to ashes immediately (flirting)

locks myself in my room at 3:06pm to touch myself because I couldn’t bear how much licking the butter off my fingers reminded me of you (flirting)

keeps a journal of every desire, moan, lament and curse I have for you (flirting)

typing addresses into square boxes while I daydream about turning into an amorphous blob as I kiss you (flirting)

mentioning you everytime I’m at the temple (flirting)

wanting you inside me everytime my hands are slick with clay (flirting)

dicing a tomato face down, watching it spill, as I think about licking wet and warm along your earlobe (flirting)

transgressing and subverting every attempt the veiny creature inside me makes to keep me safe from being swallowed whole by you (flirting)

having songs that make me conjure you (flirting)

being feral for you every 28 days and hungry for you every day and going about life like usual anyway (flirting)

grabbing the hair at the nape of my neck when I reminisce about you (flirting)

thinking about you everytime I bathe (flirting)

the phantom of your salt on my tongue interrupting my self checkout (flirting)

slipping words and phrases I caught from you into everyday conversations behind your back and giggling in my clit about it (flirting)

seeing the angel number I assigned to you pass me by and licking my lips (flirting)

putting your name in a honey jar (flirting)

always saying your name in my prayers (flirting)

whispering your name to my blanket at midnight and at dawn (flirting)

soaking my pillow to you (flirting)

writing the first letter of your name in cursive even when I’m bitching about you to my diary (flirting)

having a nickname, a code word, for you with my best friend that I’d never tell you (flirting)

putting a heart after your name in my phone (flirting)

seeing a book and immediately getting it for you (flirting)

counting days until I see you next (flirting)

imagining what you’d do if you walked into my kitchen (flirting)

dancing like nobody’s watching but you (flirting)

watching a movie and being unable to stop thinking about how you’d feel about every scene if you were next to me (flirting)

dripping into my panties everytime I see a voice note notification from you (flirting)

craving and longing to nestle your head between my breasts (flirting)

going to bed and sniffing my hair because you still linger in it (flirting)

not changing out of my clothes because you still linger in them (flirting)

replaying everytime my eyes met yours for 334 evenings after (flirting)

making a notes app list of every little thing you mention in passing that you love (flirting)

immortalising you in my pussymind (flirting)

looking away when you catch me looking (flirting)

remembering every little thing you ever said (flirting)

feeling everything you didn’t say flutter in my chest (flirting)

averting my gaze from the tuft of curls that peek from above your button (flirting)

fully plotting every reason to absent mindedly touch you (flirting)

saving a reel to send you later (flirting)

acting normal about touching your hair (flirting)

setting a different ringtone for only your notifications (flirting)

edging to the thought of you (flirting)

dabbing my arousal behind my ears everytime I see you (flirting)

of course women make the first move

all the time