Crowded night, rock and roll bar

The band is playing loud with roaring guitars

The crowd is dancing madly, slamming in the pit

Im rubbing shoulders with a guy

Id love to rub more with

Im dancing gleefully at the edge of the fray

Here he comes again, in a ricochet my way

Bodies packed together in a tight fit

He swings his around and im grabbing it

Going one on one

Guys wont accept your touch

But they will gradly take it

When its anonymous

He lingers long enough to feel my hand on his ass

I grabbed his dick a couple times as he bounced

past

He keeps returning to the spot where i stand

Im sure by now he knows thats another guys

hand

Then he bumped into me and yanked my crotch

real hard

As he danced away, i was so turned on

I tried to flirt with him before he left the club

He just looked blank at me, he didnt want to

know

A guy had made him hot, but he would not admit

Face to face that he was getting off on it

To cop a feel, a sneaky kind of joy

A moment of connection with another boy