&a poem
a dance with her
the beat of the music
one, two, three
her body moves to it
soft skin, thin silk
don't believe it would make any difference
if my hand would touch her
static electricity between us
if we dance too close we'll get shocked
yet a finger or a leg (accidentally) gets
just a bit too close
we try the boundaries
if we ever should dare to cross them
(oh, how i want to cross them)
how is there ever any real control?
closer now, even closer
my arms around her waist
close my eyes and breathe in
she smells of cigarettes&sweat&chanel no. 5
fire fire fire is all i see
we are euphoria here
we don't even touch the floor, no
we float so high above it
up towards the stars&past
ah, ah, ah!
she is all to me
right now
right here
she is all to me
(back.)