My head hurts, aches, throbs,
the pounding in my left temple
a surprise,
but not a surprise
once I remember last night.

The music was loud, good, passionate,
the pounding of the bass and drums
pushing the air past me
forcing my toe to tap
and my head to bob
up and down, side to side,
as I hoped it would never end
while anticipating the same,
"Wooooooooooo" stuck in my throat.

"The touching is good" she observed
and I expounded, words streaming,
mouth flapping to its own time.

The kissing is good, too, I thought,
but did not say.

The touching,
the kissing,
the caressing,
the hugging,
the cuddling,
the smiling,
the laughing,
the warm hand in the cold night air

Is good

Hey that's a pretty good piece of work.  Nicely expressed.  You really captured a little bit of something here.  Good job.
Fred