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Time for love to flirt

The air hangs heavy

By Moharif YuliantoPublished about a month ago 2 min read
Time for love to flirt
Photo by eberhard 🖐 grossgasteiger on Unsplash

The air hangs heavy, thick with unspoken desire,

A summer's eve, where passions set hearts afire.

Love, a mischievous sprite, flutters on the breeze,

Whispering secrets through rustling leaves.

A stolen glance, a smile that lingers long,

A playful nudge, where something feels wrong.

Conversation dances, a witty repartee,

Words laced with double meaning, flirtatious and free.

A touch, so light, a brush of fingertips,

Sending shivers down spines, a secret that grips.

Laughter spills like champagne, light and bright,

Filling the air with a playful, teasing light.

Eyes meet and hold, a silent conversation,

Hearts beat a rhythm, a sweet anticipation.

Are these mere words, or something more profound?

A language whispered, where love can be found.

Feigned indifference, a mask to hide the flame,

A gentle tease, to whisper someone's name.

Compliments veiled, in playful jabs and taunts,

Building desire, where passion softly taunts.

He leans in close, a question in his gaze,

She tilts her head, a playful, coy maze.

Will they confess, the feelings held within?

Or will love's dance, continue to spin?

A teasing remark, a quick wit's reply,

Fueling the fire, as hearts beat high.

Will they dare to break the barrier's hold?

Or will love's whispers, remain untold?

The setting sun paints the sky in hues of gold,

Time slows its pace, a story yet untold.

A chance encounter, a fate unforeseen,

Love's playful dance, on a moonlit scene.

He offers a hand, a walk beneath the stars,

A silent invitation, breaking the bars.

She hesitates, a blush upon her cheek,

But curiosity's fire, cannot be meek.

They walk the path, bathed in silver light,

Conversations deepen, under the starry night.

Secrets shared, vulnerabilities unveiled,

Hearts grow closer, as stories are exhaled.

A shared joke, a laugh that rings so true,

A connection forming, something precious and new.

Love's playful jabs, begin to lose their hold,

Replaced by a yearning, a story yet to unfold.

The moon descends, a silent, watchful eye,

As words unspoken, begin to fly.

A hesitant touch, a gaze that lingers deep,

Love's flirtation, reaching its peak.

A whispered question, a fluttering breath,

The night holds its breath, waiting for death

Of hesitation, of fear's tight hold,

Love's tender bud, ready to unfold.

A gentle smile, a promise in her eyes,

Love's dance concludes, a sweet, precious prize.

No longer teasing, but hearts confessed,

Love's playful journey, put to a sweet test.

The night fades away, replaced by the dawn,

A love story written, a new chapter born.

From playful flirtation, to love's embrace,

Love's mischievous spirit, sets the heart's pace.

Ballad

About the Creator

Moharif Yulianto

a freelance writer and thesis preparation in his country, youtube content creator, facebook

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