Met a guy...in NY...and had a great time dancing with the slight sound of desire all around us

He was cool and all, never let me fall, or slip or even misstep as he guided me across the black and white checkered floor

He held me close at times, and let me go at others, and the chase of it all gave way to my intrigue

And as he kissed my cheeks softly, and tried to pull me close, I need I had to tell him I had to leave

He dropped me off at my hotel, a complete gentleman the entire way

I didn't have to lie, or fuss about why he had to go the other way

As I laid in my bed, alone and wondering if he was really cute or if I was just filling a void with his presence

I had to think, who gives a fcuk...because all that matters is the moment, and for that, I'll be forever grateful...to him.