synchronized steps
into the door
at a club
labeled
z e r o
an echoing boom
and a shivering silence
with all heads
turned my way
chronic whispers
move steadily
to the beat
of the music
who is she?
does she know what she's in for?
and most of all
what is she doing with him?

middle of the dance floor
is our destination
don't stop
till we reach go
and we don't stop
and we don't stop.
i feel his hand
in my back pocket
and a sudden warmth
spreads
i'm on fire.


he guides me to the bar
where we order
a glass of
whipped cream
and sensually feed
eachother
under the disco lights.
we go back to dancing
and groping
and slamming
and i've never felt
so fully illegal
because i am
because i am
what a rush
to know
what a risk
but notoriously
he doesn't care
infamously
he doesn't care.
sultry drops
of sweat
stick to my skin
as he whispers
into my ear.
i take his hand
as i follow him
outside
and step into
his silver car
and drive off into
oblivion.


and i've never had
as much desire
as i did that night
and i've never had
as much desire
as i did that night.

i look out the window
i see you
-staring-
and for a moment
i feel guilty
for i have found someone
new.