So, I'm being flirted with by a very wordy girl, and oh my, does that ever work for me!

I love words. Somebody who commands them well can leave me tongue tied and weak kneed.

I'm a sucker for well-written flirtation. This appeals to me in ways i cannot describe adequately. A well turned phrase is as attractive a thing as a glimpse of an ankle, or the curve of a gorgeous calf, or a flash of thigh in a slitted skirt. These things can all tantalize, but sexy language entwines itself in my imagination as no mere lovely vision can.

Language entices me, provokes me, and evokes imaginings that never leave me.

My first love was a poet I knew when I was a child. She wrote silly things, but she could conjure up sensations and smells and visions and emotions with a few words on paper, and I always wanted to be able to do that myself.

I've dabbled in poetry, but I'm often embarrassed by what I write; But, I enjoyed yesterdays dalliance with language, and found it a breathtaking. I anticipated her next message, and reveled in her words. I wrestled with words to phrase things as well as I could to entice her to send me another message. The flirting was shameless, and I am smitten. This was too much fun to have it end.

This one knows how to tease my ego, and appeal to my senses. I anticipate her return.