In Praise of Flirtationships

The sublime tease is best extended, slow building, with no expectation of fruition; of consummation if you will. The fruition is the flirt itself. Years this can continue in quickening exchange.

This is a long lesson learned.

I always thought the fuck was the goal. In many cases, the fuck was the end. The kiss dispels the charge in the air. Reality of physicality with another a low measure in the cup.

Flirtation fevers the pitch.
With familiarity a love can weave in.
A good friend.
With tingles.