Flirt
For
six with the eyelash:
blink and you'd hit it
smack on my kisser.
As quick as a flutter
in the blank of an eye
dab on the blue corner.
Keep a tight lid, right:
not a patch on the pirate
who kicked you into
touch.
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For
six with the eyelash:
blink and you'd hit it
smack on my kisser.
As quick as a flutter
in the blank of an eye
dab on the blue corner.
Keep a tight lid, right:
not a patch on the pirate
who kicked you into
touch.
From Love Poems
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