Dance

Running down the hall
anticipating moisture and sex.
I turn quick,
open the doors
smell sweat and pot.
I jump into the pool of odours
dancing like no one can see me.
Twirling and running.
I yell the song,
act it out,
hands flying,
I bounce.
The music pounds.
Coloured lights
Small bright dots
No grinding
Thank the lord.
I look around.
Bored
I leave the dance.