Kirk Douglas - Big Trees - 1952

The games we play 

You smiled.

Laughed a little.

He had a cheeky glint.

You moved closer.

You were taking the lead.

He sat up. Took note.

He’d seen.

Your eyes land on him.

Your gaze check him out.

Up, down. Linger on the face.

The lips, the smile.

You found your target.

He knew.

He was playing you.

You let him lean in.

Let him move your hair,

to whisper in your ear.

He said the right things.

He was interested.

You knew.

You were playing him.

 

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