Our eyes met across
(infinity)
the room,
and I thought
how very
beautiful he is. . .
green-eyed, red-haired,
and possessing
(me)
a sexual charge more potent
than the DJ's amps.
Through the cloth of
(my dreams)
your ripped white T-shirt,
I could see
the form and outline of
(desire)
your pectorals,
crowned by
(my mouth)
bee-sting nipples,
and the least dusting of
gilded peach fuzz.
As you writhe
(in ecstasy)
to the booming rhythm,
your tight Levi's
(slide off)
reveal every inch of
your perfect limbs,
and rounded buttocks.
I take
(you)
my beer bottle
into my mouth,
and drink what it gives me,
while drinking in you
with my eyes.
The song ends,and you walk
(to me)
to the man so obviously
(my rival)
your greatest love
and then out of
(my life)
the door.
I order another beer, this one is gone.
Would you look at THAT guy. . . .