Topic: Who was the last person to flirt with you? | |
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Poetrywriter sent me a kitty with a rose
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Same Answer, final answer: ME!!!
![]() I'm such a relentless, lech of a perv for me. 'Bout to get a friggin' restraining order. ![]() |
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No one flirts with me anymore, I have a boyfriend
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i would flirt with you still cause damn girl you sexy
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Poetrywriter sent me a kitty with a rose ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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The last person to flirt with me was.....hmmmm...YOU
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La Belle Dame Sans Merci
Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight, Alone and palely loitering? The sedge is withered from the lake, And no birds sing. Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight, So haggard and so woe-begone The squirrel's granary is full, And the harvest's done. I see a lily on thy brow With anguish moist and fever dew, And on thy cheek a fading rose Fast withereth too. I met a lady in the meads, Full beautiful, a faery's child: Her hair was long, her foot was ligh, And her eyes were wild. I set her on my pacing steed, And nothing else saw all day long; For sideways would she lean, and sing A faery's song. I made a garland for her head, And bracelets too, and fragrant zone; She looked at me as she did love, And made sweet moan. She found me roots of relish sweet, And honey wild, and manna dew, And sure in language strange she said, "I love thee true!" She took me to her elfin grot, And there she gazed and sighed deep, And there I shut her wild, sad eyes--- So kissed to sleep. And there we slumbered on the moss, And there I dreamed, ah! woe betide, The latest dream I ever dreamed On the cold hill side. I saw pale kings, and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; Who cried---"La belle Dame sans merci Hath thee in thrall!" I saw their starved lips in the gloam, With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke and found me here, On the cold hill side. And that is why I sojourn here, Alone and palely loitering, Though the sedge is withered from the lake, And no birds sing. John Keats |
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honestly more than i care to mention in the past 24 hours .. but it's always a complement
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honestly more than i care to mention in the past 24 hours .. but it's always a complement You are so sexy. ![]() |
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Last one to flirt with me was the one I woke up with yesterday morning and hopefully will wake up beside again next weekend.
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