Flirting

I’m flirting with a woman I met online and I’m a pretty visual person, so I traded her a picture of her in a dress for a poem. I suppose it’s a good sign that she chose the picture of the dress that she hasn’t worn in public because it’s more revealing than anything she usually wears. 😉

The poem:

Willow-tressed, a lady speaks

love for words and imaginings.

Cerulean cloth in ocean’s hues,

waves of silk kiss the shores

of skin that’s softer and more silken still,

revealing curves the moon’s caressed

in her boldest moments, the brave ones

when she sneaks out from behind the clouds

on her fullest nights and lights the world

with a beauty that takes the breath away.