High School Rondo

 
(a Hepcat61 & 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 is 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