It just isn't fair.
You know that you enchant me so... you always take my breath away
and, though it's just a flirting game; the rules... I struggle to obey.
The mind-games that we play, are so unfair...
the upper hand, you've gained,
you use your femininity covertly... subtly...
so constrained.
Why do you do it?


It just isn't fair.
That faintly hinting look at me... head slightly down, your eyes inviting,
gazing up, through lowered lashes...
so bewitching...
so exciting.
And, again; the slightly tilted head...
the offered throat... so white,
the glance, from corner of your eye...
a promise of such sweet delight?
Why do you do it?


It just isn't fair.
When you speak; your tone of voice... a touch too low...
soft, and delighting.
Phrases full of double meanings; not suggestive...
just enticing.
Words that may be full of promise...
then, again.... perhaps, it's me,
just hoping, that is what you meant...
Addictive, cerebral ecstasy!
Why do you do it?


It just isn't fair.
Your subtle use of body language; so subliminal, one would think
it isn't there...
and yet, there's something prodding at my Male instinct,
with which, as every Female knows...
not over-gifted, is the Male;
I bravely try to read the signs...
eternally condemned... to fail.
Why do you do it?


It just isn't fair.
The Coup de Grace of all these things, is when you put the pressure on.
The slightly parted, moistened lips; you win... conclusion... so foregone.
A gentle touch... lean too far forward...
just a glimpse of warm cleavage;
bosom softly brushing arm...
"Accidental" leverage?
Why do you do it?


It just isn't fair.
I really don't know why I play your games; you know I always lose
this mental play of love-making... for that, is what true flirting is.
You brighten up the tedium; the only danger I can see,
is...
that, one day, I may just fall in love with you...
quite hopelessly.
Perhaps, that's why I let you do it.