"Flirting," to me,
carries no connotation
of not meaning it.
I flirt with death,
for instance,
and it's clear to me that fucker wants it.
Wants me.
At some point.
Am I just a tease?
Fuck no, I'm going to put out,
and we both know it. Death's
from the old school
where consensuality's concerned.
Which is a shame. Because I'm from the new school.
No means no, death,
fuck off
I've changed my mind
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