Midnight struck and I’m out the door,

the cool breeze slapping my face

as if telling me it is a bad decision.

If mom wakes and sees I’m not home

I’m dead.

I’ve never met him before but

I can tell his parents are nice people with good money

as the house is large, warm, and welcoming.

His room, like any other teen, is in the basement.

It is decorated with sports and smells like axe. 

Oh great I thought

You want a toke?

He sat on his bed holding a joint, exhaling a milky cloud of smoke.

I joined him and took a few hits.

It isn't long until we both become euphoric and giggly.

I gaze over at him and our eyes lock.

Within seconds we dance

in synchronicity we move our bodies to the rhythm

letting the music pour out of our mouths

no notion about judgement 

all we do is take in the sensation.

Collapsing on the bed 

lying there tangled in each other

I feel both of our heart rates start slowing 

and our breaths catch up to us

It is peaceful 

almost perfect

and I want to thank him for teaching me how to dance

but instead I grab my things and leave.