Chip'n'Dale Dance

From head to toe,
Slick with sweat.
Your broad chest
Shaped and formed,
Toned and dark.
Black brown hair
Stuck to your head,
Eyes that weaken the knees.

You dip,
Low and slow,
Tight black leather
Formed to you.
Heavy boots.

Your shirt disappeared
A moment ago
Into the crowd.
Wish I caught it.
Sickening slow,
You move to the music.

I do not sigh
Or scream
Or faint.
I watch
And remember that
You're mine tonight.