25 ans

At a house party, there are two types of flirters
Those from the living room, the dancers
And those from the kitchen and balconies, the talkers
She was a talker
She had a way with words
It was very pleasant to talk with her
She was never really far from you
Throughout the evening
It's the happy coincidence of girls
Who create the opportunity without pushing it too far
Approach without overflowing

In a cautious and silent way
And everything speeds up when she talks
It's like a bait she offers you with her eyelashes
She hooks you and her weapon lies in how she keeps the conversation going
Her target, to seduce you
Starting by making you laugh
A few naive confessions make you think
That she's not clumsy in high heels as casual attire
And that you would surely be fine naked together
And even if it's already a done deal

Even if the evidence is clear
We often linger for a long time on the threshold of seduction
Before moving towards a salivary embrace
When you're a flirter from the kitchen and balcony, you prefer
The dancers, they are more straightforward
We flirt, okay, but to quickly kiss
And I know there won't be anything

Until in three minutes I have her breasts in my hands
And at the tip of my tongue, shh
She knows everyone, she has a few laughs, wanders
Her body nicely shaped, well-dressed
She's 35, she told me but it was obvious
I wasn't surprised
35 years old is 10 years older than me
10 years older
Imagine, me, if I flirted with someone 10 years younger than me?
Nonsense

I don't have a particular passion for older girls
Far from me the idea of thinking it's a challenge or a box to tick
But she only has the experience as an age addition, she hasn't changed her life
No young kids, no house in Vaucluse, and, especially, no husband
So that gives me one more reason not to back off so keep talking, keep going
I have only one idea
The evening ends
And the evening continues, you told me to join you
And I didn't answer
But I guarantee you
That it's a done deal