Contra dancing as palliative per bashfulness

Life as a high school wallflower served me

without any budding female friendships

until lo…

a gent tulle mandate from my late mother uprooted me

from mine kempf familiar bedrock level road terrain

which venue offered a groundswell  

to blossom forth into golden sterling resplendent rod

of natural equipoise (this an unbiased opinion) and balance

with freestyle improvisational swinging motions

unchained from the moors of formality

and lit figurative saint elmo’s sesame street fiery dance

allowing, enabling and providing this shy awkward self

during his young adulthood

to cast away four ever

thy self embroidered handsome

straight as an arrow

naturally high as a kite young guy

buzzing like a yellow jacket

thus liberating spontaneity that je nais sais quoi joie vivre

clamoring headlong toward venus

from healthy pistil packing overflowing bin

laden well nigh testosterone erupting penis

toward opposite gender

whereby bravado donned as key

to hoe field of whet dreams

fostering initial albeit late blooming

roll in the hay hormonally rooted rutting squeal!