The Excitement

adrenaline dancing within & warmth raising to all erogenous areas, the privacy is delicate & rare, the wonder is new & elusive, drifting away, drifting away, as from the fingertips & yet the object of your affection is in front of you & with mouth still closed the eyes drift around to ponder the distraction that seems to be losing in this battle, the world outside the two of you & the ideas flow…could s/he be as nervous as you seem to be? could s/he have any idea that you are interested in him/her? could it be that this is really happening? even in this time of everythinghappeningyesterday twatted&face****edsecondsago& spreadthroughouttheinternet, without the ability to become romantically inclined with our own private AI’s, we still find this human dance a wondrous one & the younger are lighting the fuse, the older are letting it burn, the older are wishing they could light it in the same manner that they did when they were younger & the younger reap the roses as they may, dancing in place with what seem to be perpetual orgasms in the electric sea that is devoid of much responsibility (adult shackles) & the blissfully nihilistic truisms that come from each petit mort.