Alone among hundreds
steady rhythm
your face is masked, but clear to me
syncopation rips through
the undulating beat goes on as you approach
I cannot see you smile
I know that smirk on your lips
the one that says ,"I will make you squirm"
Your hands reach out
my breath catches
Your solo is near its end
synthetic material graces my cheek
but my skin burns as if it had been your lips
I play the beat
my hand is steady
but in my heart the track skips
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Written February 12th, 2005
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