Sometimes, the most dangerous kind of flirting doesn’t start with the lips or words of the mouth, It starts with the eyes. That’s something I want to believe because eyes are the windows to the heart, to the mind. I want you to see me for what I am. For who I am.
When you casually sit next to me and you smile warmly my eyes thump. I like it when you hold my hand longer than normal when we hit a five.
And so when you lean on the table and face me i let my gaze do the talking, to let you see that you have my heart in a headlock. In my shiny brown eyes notice that you are all I see, with admiration, with awe when you compliment something about me and play with my braids as a “friend” that my eyes smile out of joy.
Am I delusional?
Crazy to think that your body language is flirting with me?
Do you like me as much?
Notice how my dull eyes, light up when you come into the room. Look into the them, the windows to my soul.
Observe how my gaze lingers, I swallow and my lips part when you are close by again and again and see what my lips are afraid to say.
Say it for me. I love you, y/n.
But you realize, my eyes will continue to do the talking and flirting the same way yours are.- tori Vee❤️
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