It's our dance, you know,
Your hip bumping mine
In time
To the step step step
Through each place
At our own pace,
Arms around,
Rubbing bodies in the aisle
Wandering up and down,
As we linger for a while
Away from prying eyes, yet
Glued together hips and thighs
No quick glance can miss
The intensity of our kiss,
The fervor in our stance
As we stand there and dance.
Donovan Baldwin
