This man I know who flirt a lot, can not simple take a hint, that a girl like myself if not out to flaunt herself and fall to the temptations from every man, he take my hand, puckering his lips, meaning to kiss it softly, but I pull it back and give him a hard smack, this game I tire of to quickly, O why does he never cease to chase me, a mere unicorn in his lands, he will not have me yet still tries, he will not give up, till the day he dies, I roll my eyes and don't tempt him with a flirt, yet hid from his gaze, this is the price I do pay, for his eyes did once gaze, as I streaked on a nudist beach, if I could could take back that day, I would today, for its not worth the stalker that I do now posse.
