The Dance

(Kiss #4 our distance and that person)

We dance back and forth or so it would seem based on the company in the room. Alone, our bodies press closer as we fight for control over our kiss, each wanting nothing more than to tempt the other further--past buttons, zippers and waistbands. When just the two of us, desire overcomes reason and logical thoughts leave in a rush. I precariously balance my sanity upon your thoughts and actions; and you, your every sense of being is based upon a third.

We are more than just a pair; after all, how can we discount the small figure that lurks somewhat obtrusively in the shadows of this relationship? Large blue-gray eyes watch our every movement and therefore, we hide even the slightest hint of impropriety when he is around. Is it wrong of me to sometimes wish he were not such a large part of our lives, especially when he interrupts us in a less than innocent moment and you pull away?

He knows about us. He is not the child you seem to think he is, has not been for years. It is more than likely he enjoys keeping us apart. I think he is jealous--of you, me. Although, I am not sure toward which of us he has his attentions aimed. Maybe, he just wants to be the center of attention and affection. I am not sure, either way it does not matter.

It has been too long; I am a healthy teenaged male, damn it. I want you. Need you more than should be allowed. You are too far away for me to find this acceptable. Tonight, he will be out for a few hours. Come over at seven; the front gate will be open. Meet me in my room, for even if we never have another opportunity, just once I would like to put an end to our dance.