Dearest Readers
I am going to be making some changes to this blog – because – well – there’s really not much more that I can say about how to flirt that can be explained in just words.
Because words are the least important part of any communication.
It’s all about body language, vocal tone, facial expression and inflection – stresses and release of tension – in short – Timing.
You can only ever get good at timing – by practising.
But – if you follow the basic rules of flirting – as explained in the earlier posts – well – you will become an expert flirter in no time at all.
And, just so you know, there are not any short cuts or go-arounds to the rules of
LESBIAN FLIRTING 101.
Which is what I originally called the manual that I wrote for the original workshop – back in 1994.
So, about HOW I flirt – well:
The worst flirt that I ever had resulted in getting to have a dance with the woman I wanted to flirt with – while her girlfriend – who didn’t dance – sat at the table and watched me – all over her girlfriend on the dance floor – and let me tell you something.
When you are willing to dance like Elvis – oh – I have to show you something:
This is me – dancing like Elvis – this year – by myself – alone; just trying to make myself feel better about myself.
So – now that you have THAT visual – dearest readers – I want you to imagine – how I danced with that woman that I wanted so desperately to flirt with – and poor her – she had a girlfriend who didn’t like to dance.
No, scratch that – poor girlfriend – because if they stayed together – you know that girlfriend learned to dance and learned to like it.
This is Nina: Baby Dyke Edition
So – that’s how that table of woman in the lesbian bar – and here’s my best pick up line:
Don’t you find lesbian bars so unfriendly?
If they didn’t laugh – then – hey, target rich environment – move on, right? Eh?
Here’s the only reason why you should ever stealth flirt – as reconnaissance:
I was at the Lotus Club – it was a lesbian bar in Vancouver.
I was alone – and interested in company – and the only woman who caught my eye that night – was in a group of 8 women.
So – I watched for a long time – and if you go back, just a few posts – this is why I knew that SteathGirl – was wrong to only stealth flirt.
I watched that one woman – to see if she paid any more attention to any of those 7 other women – and to my eye – she wasn’t.
But it’s really scarey to approach just one person you want to flirt with – and she was in a group with 7 other women.
But – I was not daunted in the least – because they all just seemed to be friends – and if you approach a person right – you might not get the one you wanted – but that table was 8 very smoking hot dykes – and I would have been really happy to go home with about 4 of them.
So – I walked over to the table – just like a normal person walking by any table to the bar or the bathroom…
and – well, timing is everything – I managed to get to their table – as the one I wanted to flirt with – also – got up – a sort of separation from the herd, if you will.
So – I bumped into her – and I said – I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.
And then, I got really shy and embarrassed and she laughed and her friends laughed and I knew – that this was a good group – I’d been watching them laugh and tease each other all night. It’s what was so attractive about them – they stood out from the rest of the quiet women waiting to make a move or waiting for someone to make a move – and doing that kind of work – all the work – doesn’t appeal to me.
So – I got shy – and they laughed – so I smiled – and I laughed and that made me a little bit – in a way – part of their group – so I went for broke – because – once you get people to laugh …
I said: I wonder if you could help me with a decision.
They stopped laughing – now – they were curious.
The woman standing in front of me – it’s funny – I can’t even remember what she looked like – not a bit – I’ve met so many people that they’ve all become kind of a blur.
Well, suffice to say – she was dykey hot and I was a very hot blooded little baby dyke – and I never dated in high school or college or university – and I had a lot of time and things – to make up for – now that I was an adult – who knew what I wanted without needing to experiement or make up some other excuse to do exactly what and who I wanted.
now – I want to share with you – some of what I’ve written for women that Idated, or wanted to date or just thought about enough to write a poem – these are the last poems that I wrote – because – conventional wisdom says – don’t let people know you’re a poetgeek.
and I don’t understand that, because I wouldn’t ever date a person who didn’t like that I was a poet or a geek or whatever else I am.
To Thine Own Self, Be True.
Words to live by.
and – here – is a small sample of poems – that I wrote for some of the women that I dated – before I met my spouse in 1993 and we started living together in 1994 – and we’ve been married – three times – and a 4th time in 2004, just for the legal status. We live in Canada – and no piece of paper – can make us any more married than any of the ceremonial weddings that we’ve done – and we are proud that of piece of paper – because it is our sheild and our badge of honour.
So – whatever these words in the poems – mean to you, dearest of readers of all my blogs – just know that whatever emotions that I did feel when I wrote them.
None of the longing, the passion or intensity – that champagne kind of love – that doesn’t last.
And it doesn’t remotely compare to the chicken soup love and intimacy – of a long term, monogamous and committed relationship.
So – that said – because – after all – the whole point of being good at flirting os to find someone – so you don’t have to do it – anymore.
Enjoy this selection of Nina’s Lesbian Romantic Poetry – and – I don’t mind – if anyone wants to use any of these poems – but please, give credit – where credit is due.
These poems are provided as reference material – for
Advanced Lesbian Flirting – 201
G001
Night and You
This world is too much with us
I am
lost
in your arms
in your eyes
in your love
feelings overwhelming my soul
tenderness so sweetly painful
passions so deeply stirring
warmth so brightly burning
I cry as you hold me to your forbidden breasts
My wet eyes meet your brimming ones
your tongue tip
{my womanhood throbs for you}
emerges and dampens your parted lips
I study the dark opening of your mouth
and I long to explore its wet depths
with mine
Teetering between passion and pain
i press my face hard against your breasts
Your hands stroke my hair,
melting my resolve [and heart]
I shake and sob
iwantyouineedyouiloveyou
but your familysocietyyourboyfriendmyfearsmyhopesmydreams
keep us apart
Generic Erotica #1 – May 92
Softly the moonlight caresses your cheek,
I trace the outline of your lips
My fingertips rough against their softness
My hand slides down the gentle curve of your neck
dipping into the hollow of your throat
the downward journey skirts the swell of your breast
Your nipple rises in anticipation
“Later” I smile, you groan
I kiss down the softness of your stomach
My tongue lingering at your navel
Touching the centre of your being
your beginning
Your life connection with your herstory
licking, flicking, teasing, tempting
Generic Erotica #2 – 5/5/92
Moonlight caresses your cheek
My fingers burn to trace your gentle lines
Your eyes flutter; you moan
I hold my breath and wait for
You to fall back into your dreams
Your lips moist and slightly parted
Torment me taunt me dare me
I slide closer and hold my lips
above yours, not touching
Your breathing warms me
Gently I feel the softness of your
Eyelashes with my nose
Unable to resist, I kiss your eyes
They flutter
“What are you doing?” sleepily intoned
I withdraw horrified
You smile lopsidedly at my breasts
“well, if that’s what you wanted,
You could have at least woken me up”
You reach out and crush me against yours
More Erotica circa May – June 1992
I pull you close, pressing my lips
to the warmth of your throat.
You giggle, and the vibrations
tickle my mouth and thrill me
Your warm frothy scent intoxicates me
My hand caresses your soft breast
While my tongue teases the fluttering
Vein near the hollow of your throat
The throbbing spin in my body increases
You hold my legs with yours
And, pressing harder, you arch away
Your breasts dangling above my face
Pounding sensations washing through me
I close my eyes and moan
Suddenly you are against me
Kissing my breasts, my face, my throat
Who can resist such an army?
Your legs your breasts your lips
Surrounding and pressing against me
Surrendering I roll my head to the side
Your tongue a warmth against my throat
A gentle sucking increasing tempo
Harder pressure my flesh yields
My body locks and sensations slow
You hold me tightly to your body
Of which I am vaguely aware of anything
I can only whimper as my sight dims
And your teeth, your exquisite teeth, leave my throat
C001
Your eyes
Ocean green
Calm and tranquil
Undertows of passion
drowning me in their depths
Your lips
Rose petal pink
Soft and sensual
Silken touches
intoxicating me beyond reason
Your throat
Wheat golden
Tanned and warm
Blood throbbing hotly
dizzily inflames my senses
Your breasts
Red tipped mounds
Supple and tender
C003
Our eyes meet
and every part of my body cries out
in jealousy of my eyes
Our lips touch
and my heart leaps to my throat
to offer you my soul
Our fingers entwine
and I drink in the calming aura
that surrounds you
Our breast nuzzle
and the scent of your skin
dazzles my senses
Our bodies press
and the heat from your body rises
intoxicating me
i can’t think
i can’t breathe
i can only
taste
touch
feel
hear
see
you
Gentle
Our eyes lock, and
a tiny muscle spasms near
the hollow of your throat.
You smile, dimple radiant, and
lower your face away from me.
Slowly I lean closer, savouring
the change in temperature in the air
as I get closer to you.
Gentle, I press my lips against your
forehead, your soft hair tickling;
Your warmth intoxicating. You giggle.
I slide my hand from your waist,
skirting your breast that my palm
longs to linger upon, to your chin.
Gentle, I raise your face and the
promise in your eyes my hopes,
my temperature.
Knees weak, stomach fluttering, I
press my lips against your.
Your tongue slides against mine,
questing, teasing, enjoying, being.
You press harder against me, lifting your
face away. I whimper/moan.
You touch the tip of my nose to yours,
smiling as we tease each other with the
barest touch of lips
I break and press my mouth to yours,
probing, sucking, nipping, loving.
We break for air.
You lower your head to my breasts,
resting, breathing, clinging to me
as if a rock in rapids.
A arch my head back, trying to break my
river of tumultuous emotions
Your erect nipples brush mine, and,
I sink,
not caring if I ever breath again.
C2-001
I think of you
and
my knees tremble
my temperature rises
my heart beats faster
my throat dries
my eyes water
Either I’m crushed out
or
I’ve got the flu
C2-002
You slip your fingers through mine
Soft, warm, pink
You walk down the street
While I float along beside you
Your voice weaves through my brain
Which prefer to register the stares
We get as envy, not shock,
Of two women’s romance
Your scent drifts around me,
Dizzying, intoxicating, pure
I squeeze your hand
Because I can’t get close enough
You turn your eyes to mine
and I turn
into a puddle
on the sidewalk
C2-003
The paradise potential you inspire within me
scares me
The abandonment I feel when I look in your eyes
scares me
The joy I experience when I hear your name
scares me
The bounce in my step, the song on my lips since I met you,
scares me
The fact I feel these and more and want to
scares me
The knowledge that you’re leaving
……
Maybe you have spoilt me
But does your leaving mean
taking these away?
Or can we leave a door open for a
future next summer or in two years
Will you want me with you and I you?
I guess what scares me most is
the possibility of a no
and no possibility of know.
C2-005
You say that you don’t want to spoil me
Then, you kiss me and by brain carbonates
Hold you close breast to breast knee to knee
My life my soul I leave to Zeus’ fates
I press my lips against your silken throat
Golden and warm, your scent washes through me
You squeeze my hand
C2-006
When you pressed against me
At the dance
I wanted to kiss you
You kissed me first
(it was more than friendly, not innocent)
Flesh to flesh
(with clothes between)
We moved together
Arms tight knees pressing each other apart
For a few bars of music
we became one;
Joined at lips, hips and knees
You pulled away with a grin
I could barely see through
my steamed glasses
C2-007
Simple things make me happy
-the gentle arch of your eyebrow
-the curve of your bottom lip
(Especially when it’s pressed to mine)
-your laugh
-the softness of your throat
C2-008
A wave of tenderness fill me
When I think of you
My heart beats faster
And a smile plays on my lips
Warmth spreads through me
And I can almost feel
Your body pressed against mine
My lips tingle for your touch
Feeling that I thought I lost
dance across my mind
singing
C2-010
Holding you against me the world is safe
No laws nor ignorant hate stops my loving you
This right feeling can’t be wrong
You mouth hot and moist against mine,
I reach for you and find you
Equal footing, equal terms, equal offerings
The fragrance of your hair intoxicates me,
I lean closer to press my lips against
the red warmth of your throat
J002
Do I reveal too much
or too little
When we kiss?
Before you held me back
“I don’t want a relationship”
And I don’t know if you become me now
“I’m open to a long term possibility”
You asked me “what are your intentions?”
I kissed you
and you kissed me
But we never went on from there.
J003
Melissa sang “Don’t you need?”
And I thought of you
I wondered Do you need?
And I got cold
Of course you need
But not me
At least not yet…..
C2-014
It was just for you
that I held your hand
walking down the street
Not for the shocked couple
herding their children away
It was just for you
that I kissed your mouth
sitting by the water
Not for the people
quietly slipping past
I was just for you
that I held you
close against me
Well, okay, that wasn’t just for you,
that was for me, too.
C2-015
Holding you against me
At Pride Day
Sun’s warmth on my back
Your heart against my front
The clean coffee smell of your hair
Your hand on my arm
Makes my heart beat
The band changes
ANd a new singer comes on
“Oh god” you mutter
“My XXXX loved this song”
I hold you closer
Fearing for you with your ex.
in pain, beyond me
You are still almost not breathing
against me
The song is over and you smile and thanks
I release my tender grip
and I have to look away
because your eyes are glistening
glowing and you’re starting to love me
But I didn’t hold you to anchor you in love
I held you to anchor me in fear
I’m sorry
I do not fall in love with women
who are in love with someone
else, het or dead
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