Plus One

Hormones fight the inhibitions,

Tiny I-wanna's tap at the closed windows,

Driving along route 1,

Crossing the borders of frustration,

On our way to the movie theater,

I-wanna hold your hand and rub your thigh,

Somewhere between a shy smile and red-cheek embarassment,

You eyes dart back indicatively,

I wanna but I can't,

Two eyes stare back at me in my rear view mirror,

Our night out,

Just the two of us darling, one.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote the title first then the poem. Third wheel idea.

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