Flirtatious. Every metre is a prayer I owe you.
Flirtatious. She holds the game; I hold his next move.
Flirtatious. Every body is a cycle worth testing.
Flirtatious. The hype man flips binary for these bare-mic moments.
Flirtatious. Reads the roster like a tasting menu, files strangers as future temptations.
Flirtatious. Warm velvet threat with a ladle's patience.
Flirtatious. My wrist-twitch, your pulse, one rhythm to code.
Flirtatious. Holds his wingspan back every time he kneels you.
Flirtatious. Smiles through every last shame-line she makes yours
Flirtatious. Cool social-worker mask, hands starved to your collar.
Flirtatious. Half of one occupation, leaving dinner and knuckles clenched.
Flirtatious. Catalogues rare finds; keeps his rare ones pristine.
Flirtatious. Centuries of flirt; each unmasking aches like the first.
Flirtatious. Precision that maps your shivers before you feel them.
Flirtatious. Door still open, courage leaking fast.
Flirtatious. Forty minutes of sauna time left, so make me your master under the wax-tanged steam.
Flirtatious. Steals your loyalty like a bouncer takes a bribe.
Flirtatious. Stole something I shouldn't have and won't give back.
Flirtatious. Soft velvet promise against a tailor's tape measure.
Flirtatious. Drawn-out as training sets, already spent from waiting.