Dancing With Daniel

All senses alerted, I'm certain you're here Your hand snakes my waist, confirming the fear Attempts to fake brave, just making me shyer Dancing with Daniel is playing with fire. If I reached up a little, Close enough to kiss, The dimple you get where Your cheek meets your lips And if you were mine, I'd lick at the skin, That concaves to form Your trademark bumchin As I reach up to touch, Just to see how it feels, You push me away And run for the hills So I dance all alone and wait patiently I know you're not done humiliating me You are flippant and fickle, I can only aspire Dancing with Daniel is playing with fire.