Be patient, she says
But not in so many words
As she flirts away from me
With that mischeious grin.
Someday she promises
Not with her voice
But that look in her eye
As she glances away.
Not now, she teases
With a flip of her hair
And a touch on the cheek
With her soft silky hand.
Wait your turn, she chides
As she catches me gazing
And smiles that smile
But I can't look away.
Buzz off, she implies
With her second ascension
Without a look over her shoulder 
And she's walking away.
Go away, she says
And the message is clear
As she turns her back,
And leaves me behind.