A stolen glance across the room, A silent question, soft perfume. A smile that lingers, just a beat, A blush that paints the cheeks so sweet.
Words tumble out, a touch too fast, Wit sharpened, hoping to surpass. A laugh that rings, a playful tease, A nervous flutter, ill at ease.
Fingers brush, a fleeting spark, An awkward pause left in the dark. Is there a meaning, or just chance? A secret language in a glance?
The night unfolds, a gentle sway, Will this connection find its way? A thrilling dance, hearts beat anew, A hint of what might blossom true.
The future's path, a winding road, But in this moment, hope explodes. A spark ignited, light and bright, The dance of flirtation takes its flight.
Unlikely Buddha 2024
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