Volare

The timing should be perfect: lights, down low;
Emotions, riding high; the swaying beat,
Ready to wash us both away; the heat
Our bodies both give off, now seems to grow
Intense and earthy; rocking to and fro
We touch for just a moment - indiscrete
And so enticing. As our bodies meet
You turn away and flee. I see you go
And understanding washes over me.
For me, it's perfect - I desire this:
You, and the music closely intertwined
With me. But you, with equal urgency
Must flee the very specter of a kiss
For fear of what you know is in my mind.