High School Rondo

(a Hepcat61 and brokentitanium collaboration)  
   
How longing has kept me to this    
Having seen you, angel in pink smoke    
And now in my arms, pressing    
I feel you in every inch against me  
   
         I felt your eyes but didn’t dare hope    
         penetrating to the shaded desires    
         Beneath my carefully-crafted indifference    
         Disarming, your warm hand took mine  
   
We are as raw and awkward    
So new in this thing    
But as you move, I move    
Our rhythm moving through  
   
          The rhythm blurs my logic    
          Scents of breath mints, soap, and skin  
          Tingle insistent to my animal brain    
          And my core becomes molten  
   
Arms now circling my neck    
I can feel your breath hot    
Your breasts resting, pushing    
I wonder if you feel my want  
   
          I want your firm hands pressing    
          I hesitate, crowd-wary, but…    
          Your obvious hunger awakens mine    
          With the tang of anticipation  
   
Music stops my heart too soon    
As DJ spinning out another song    
And you away my rosy light    
Next partner in the dance  
   
          Please, partner in the next dance    
          Secret synchronicity    
          Glancing back, I beckon you follow    
          Where I thought I wouldn’t go    

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