Ant Smith

All poems

I flirt

Apparently I flirt
I flirt with the boys
I flirt with the girls
I flirt with the whole wide flirting world
I flirt with cats
I flirt with dogs
I'm a beast of a flirt, Oh My God!
I flirt with my fingers
I flirt with my toes
I flirt with things that like to grope
I flirt with my lovely manly tits
I flirt with the hair in my armpits
I flirt with gyroscopic hips
I flirt with my eyes
I flirt with my nose
(If I tell you a lie, you'll love how it grows)
I flirt with my arse
I flirt with my dick
I flirt with taboo sex antics
I flirt with danger
I flirt for kicks
I flirt with the dead and with the sick
I flirt, I flirt, I flirt, I flirt
I flirt until it flirting hurts
But I know when I started this
It started with my married bliss
Apparently I can be kissed
I'm so loveable, whoever knew?
So if I should a flirt with you
Be happy that you're loveable too
I flirt!