Just Dance

Let's dance.
Yes, I said it.
Let's dance like no one but God is watching.
We should throw our hands up in the air.
We can be the epitome of carelessness.
Recklessness.
You can press your gangly teenage body against mine.
I will not mind.
Let's let go of all our pent up angst.
For we are young and free.
Tonight, let's forget about parents and authority.
We are going to break the rules.
You can press your dry, chapped lips against mine; we are caught up in the heat of the dance.
It is okay, this will not turn awkward.
Because we are dancing our hearts out.
Our souls are exploding with happiness.
I love so much dancing with you.
You make me feel free.
In a way, I kind of love you.
But not romantically.
No, never romantically.
Just because we are dancing our hearts out.
Just dancing.
Our feet are tapping along to the rhythm.
Oh, how we love that rhythm.
We are both happier than we have been in a while.
With our hearts racing, our minds reeling.
The song ends, but we are going to keep on going.
Once you have started, you cannot stop.
Lights are flashing before our eyes; they are blinding us.
But all-in-all, we are simply ecstatic to be on this dance floor.
For we are those audacious teenagers.
Emotionally, passionately, irresponsibly, dancing.