Seductive Portents

You wink with grandiose fair
twinkling eyes reflect a sparkle
I hold out my hand
then you say, I'm not that kind of girl

Shortly thereafter, you flash a smile
the radiance flares in my direction
I send an entreating nod
then you say, I'm not that kind of girl

Later, you swivel your shapely hips
the sensual dance sends out vibes
In reply, I pat my beating heart
then you say, I'm not that kind of girl

In due course, you sit down, cross your legs
and fold your arms in a sterile bow
I take a step toward the door
you call out, I'm that kind of girl