part 2
the beat
is on the other side
of the wall
you've pinned me to.
this dance is different,
dangerous...
time is of the essence:
we stuff soundbites of our lives
between kisses
and inappropriate hand gestures.
you are both sweet
and completely irreverent;
playing the gentleman
as you grab my ass.
i bite your lower lip
'cause it looked good
when you did it.
all the while,
the grind continues.
i ponder the futility
of exchanging information
when i'll never see you again,
but i oblige
anyway,
making a mental note
of the beauty of your eyes.
i give your hand one last squeeze,
then leave to get ready
for my next party...
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