Flirtatious

It could be as simple as

A batted eyelash, hardly noticed.

Or perhaps as subtle as a

Head-tilt, hair-flip with a wink.

 

Oft times just the slightest gesture

Lends its’ hint of openness,

Body language shouting loud

Before the mind has time to think.

 

One brief moment she is princess

Dazzling the haloed room,

All your childhood fantasies,

Your Cinderella dressed in pink.

 

Though your vows are aged with ivy

And your will is hinged in stone,

She will use her winsome wiles to

Graze your armor, find the chink.

 

Now reality grows feet.

Was her wink designed for me?

Must be my imagination

Falling hard to break the link.