Idiom of a crux

Nothing wrong
in broad daylight
But in the dark
Under  flashing lamps
Blurred by  smoke machines
Swaying people
Bottles of water
Half a glass of beer
Pills, powder and drinks
Dances and touching hands
Filthy boots
Short dresses
No panties

What do you do
When wanting is wrong
Reading in between
The touches, the words
Playing playfully
Breathing in ears, in hands
Jealous sayings, nothing more
Dirty looking eyes
A lore of exclusiveness
Shy, but at it

The thing we share
That we’ll never have
But in my mind
You want to see me
With my skin only
Drawn skin
I want to see you want it
Make your head spin
Afraid to try
What if
Where else
Can we melt down time
Freeze the world
In sweet sultry of longing
After years of turning and watching
But only thinking