The Dance
I watched your suave moves
Twirling other women around
Five feet, four inches tall
Son of Chinese bakery owners
How I longed for your torso
Your crotch against mine
Dragging me across the floor
In an Argentine tango
Instead you took the hand of Gloria
The daughter of the studio owner
Who let you in the dance for free
Mom recommended young men
Taller and more handsome than you
Whom I wouldn't spare a glance
You were the object of my desire
Until my surge of teen hormones subsided
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