It starts as no more than flirting words.
Then a look. A point of no return look.
Then, the conversation is about desire,
Both pretending to be uneager,
But both aching with thirst that must be quenched
And you; you are the source. I must take a drink.
So in our minds the music starts
And we dance and move around each other
Until I lean in and with pretentious control
I kiss you and kiss you and kiss you.
In the back of the taxi we hold hands.
In the doorway I kiss you, pretending I know what I am doing.
In your bedroom I embrace your freedom
And we abandon all else for that now,
That yes, that moment when the world spins slowly
And all that there is in the universe is us
And our complete connection with each other.