Nothing Like The First Time.

Guys I found this in my drafts and can I just

say that I am FUCKING SMOOTH:

You were a stumbling mess,

grease in your hair and a button up shirt

and I probably wasn't in any better state.
The longer I looked at you though, the more

glad I was that my friends and I had returned

to the bar where an older guy had been plying

us with drinks, and then taken to

watching us dance on the small revolving platform.
We ran away but had nowhere else to go,

all the other places were closing or

winding down to their last customers,

and our drunken logic took us back

to the weirdness we had just fled from.

I took my place back on the moving floor

and you turned me around

as gently as a drunk person could, by the shoulder.

So we were grinding a little bit, not in a get-a-room way,

but in a hesitant, slightly restrained and polite way,
testing each other's limits.
Your palm grazed my ass.
I leaned into you.
Your friends were leaving so I asked,
"are you leaving with them?"
You said no.
"But do you want to leave with me?"
I told my friends I was going home with you,
you took my hand
and we ran giggling out of the bar.