LGBTQ+ Poem: Thumpa Thumpa, by Vince Soldano

My date danced like a mongoose pouncing on a cobra.
The crowd distracted by the fight
between two drunken straights at the side bar
The sound of a bottle breaking over the counter
scared the fem twinks behind the safety of the jocks.

The music’s thumpa thumpa continued
as the rest of the club boogied away
as they did back at Studio 54.
Men and women,
gays and lesbians,
bears, otters, pups, and daddies,
all grooving to “Proud” by Heather Small,
the Peter Presta QAF V Mix

The long queue at the bathroom
due to some queens snorting coke
whiter than snow off the willing twink’s abs
Everyone knows no one actually uses
the bathroom with the locking door

The police arrive, their strobing lights
phased out by those in the club.
Security by now has broken up the fight
the fighters cornered and ready to be removed.
Off they go
Thumpa thumpa..

I pop a couple of ecstasy and
move onto cruising the next guy of the night,
as I lost interest in the twitching herpestidae
Even though his tongue was just down my throat
and hand on my ass.

Off in the corner, I spot him.
His name I’ve heard is Jake,
a perfect one syllable name
to scream later.in the night

With hair like golden threads,
eyes bluer than the ocean,
and a shirt so tight you see his right nipple is pierced,
his biceps, and stacked chest;

He sways to the beat of the song.
Thumpa thumpa.
I float across the floor, as if on a cloud.
Dancing in front of him like a bird in a mating ritual

The flash of lust
He swoops in like a jaguar encroaching on his prey.
“Want a drink?”
He asks firmly in my ear as his hands glide around my waist.
“Yea, double vodka cran,”
I bit my lower lip, “with a lime”
I reply before tasting the menthol cigarettes on his tongue.
Thumpa thumpa

Down the hatch and to the dance floor we go.
Feeling as if we were the only ones in the room,
we move in-sync like the cogs of a clock,
going along with the thumpa thumpa.
My hands around his head
pulling him close as our mouths lock,
his hands caress my body and slip into my pants
feeling the sweat bead down my back and onto my ass
Thumpa thumpa.
Thumpa thumpa.

“Let’s get out of here”
He whispers into my ear
“I was thinking the same thing”
Thumpa thumpa.

He pays his tab and off we go
for a night of passion,
saying goodbye to the glorious
thumpa thumpa