Dancing.

That's what I was doing when I saw him

dancing.

That's what I was doing when I asked

Kent if he was dancing with the boy behind

him.

And when he said "no.", I made sure he wasn't

straight before I danced so close to him that his

every move was a heartbeat away;

that heartbeat echoed in my ears as I took

in the persperation on his upper lip,

his eyes closed head thrashing -

like a boy in the throes of a hot fuck...

And the smile in his voice when he said that

I wasn't bothering him.

As we left, dressed in leather, I knew I was taken

with him, though I knew very little about him.

I walked him to his car;

he drove me to mine,

& I wanted the car ride to be longer, though

I was only parked a block away.

I wanted to know more...

But when we said goodnight

I asked for a goodbye kiss.

Sitting in his car...

Kissing...

A hot goodbye...

A wonderful dream.

What I wouldn't give to be taken by that dream again!