Pick Up Line Poems Novels & Stories

🎵 🎵 “That true love starts with friendship” 🎵 “A kiss on the forehead… a date night”🎵 🎵 “Fake an apology after a fight” 🎵 🎵 “I need a man, who's patient and kind”🎵 🎵 “Gets out of the car and holds the door…”🎵 🎵 “I wanna slow dance, in the living room like”🎵 🎵 “We're 18 at senior prom and grown”🎵

“If I am hungry, and I need someone who can help me with my hunger, can I go to you and let me have a bite even just in your lips?” I raise my hand and softly hold her face. I was about to kiss her, but she tilted her face. “Ha ha ha! Sorry, I don’t really know how to ease you. All I know is just a simple pickup line.” Simple? You call it simple? I nearly have a heart attack! I think you might also want to kill me! And then you call it simple! Is this woman insulting me!? “Stephen, hey Stephen! Are my pickup lines okay? Is it too corny?”

At this point, with the insane proximity between us, I could already tell that something would happen. I tilted my head a bit. “Yes?” With a little tug on his lip, he said, “You have the kind of eyes I want to drown in.” My full attention was caught. “And these lips... These darn beautiful labbra… If someone were to ask my name at this moment, I am pretty sure I wouldn’t remember it because your lips are all I think of now.” Wow. Oh wow. While his words are a better fabrication of the many pick-up lines I have heard in the past, there was something about the way he spoke. His sentences flowed out easily but they were filled with some touch of emotion. And I could not help but drown in his wo

“Oh my God, that sounds like one of the cheesiest pick-up lines ever.” “I have a better one. Want to hear it?” “Sure.” “That dress looks very becoming on you. And if I were that dress, I’d be coming, too.” I actually burst out laughing in the middle of the sidewalk. “Oh my GOD.” “Huh? Huh?” “I don’t know if you’re going to be able to wait until the hotel room.” “Ohhhhh, I SO like the way you’re thinking.” “That was an observation, NOT an invitation!”

But at this moment, that trust just felt like a joke. The phone screen lit up. I entered the password, and it was unlocked successfully. While he was still in the kitchen, I scrolled through his messages, call logs, and social media quickly. Most of it was clean and minimalist, just like him. That was until I opened a chat window labeled "Liana Redfern." There weren't many messages, and they were spaced far apart, but each one stung. "I'm wearing the blue gown to tomorrow night's banquet. You said I look beautiful in that color. We're going to take the perfect photo in front of the Moon Goddess statue. Honestly, I can't wait!"

There, honesty is the best policy. "You're like the ice. You're ice prince." I'm vomiting words right now, even telling him the nickname I invented for him. That's it. Stop, Evie. Stop. Shut up. Shut uppp! "Maybe I can warm you up with a date?" Bahahahaha what a cheesy come back. Is this one of those lame pick up line? The one you used during your high school era? Which is... what? Twenty years ago? Bahahahaha! "You're weird." I am still laughing when he fixes himself back to the steering wheel and gives a signal to bring the car back to the main road.

You, as a flower; innocent and pure Them, as your pickers; perverted and hasty Me, as the passer; protective and chivalrous You, as a flower; innocent and pure Them, as your pickers; successful and weak Me, as a protector; imprisoned and falling You, as a flower; bloody and bruised Them, as your pickers; successful and strong Me, as a prisoner; watching and waiting You, as a flower;

“We could do that.” “I love it when they’re so confident.” I shook my head, taking a deep breath in a bid to regain my bearings. And to think that was the dumbest pick-up line I’d ever heard. He wiggled the five hundred dollar bill in front of my eyes. “Um, hello? I’m not playing.” “Fine,” I groaned, snatching the five hundred dollars from his hand. “I will bet five hundred dollars on not getting your disgusting cock anywhere near me tonight.”

Knowing I picked a classic poetry book from my bookshelf, sat under my duvet and started to get lost in the poems that were written during war time 'My gentle one, with whom someday I shall be happy, we shall have our long walks and our quiet evenings which I dream of every night, when all of this is over, and I am back in your loving embrace. Think of me before you sleep as I'll think of you. My love, My Darling. Please do not fear, I will be home with you again, My beautiful love.' Reading poem after poem I could ignore the squealing and pounding of music beneath me, and I must have been reading for a while as when I peeked out of my window it was now dark.

Nelly… "'Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, and summer's lease hath all too short a date'." He paused to kiss me again before continuing the Shakespeare poem softly against my lips. "But thy eternal summer shall not fade, nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st'." He pulled away to look at me. "I love you, cognaceyes." Mind sidetracked, I replied with a small smile.