The Dance
A first encounter, but not to be the last.
The music begins. The room now alive with motion. Colored gowns and dark suits, twirling, swaying, rhythmic. A stillness. Beautiful stillness. Standing aside, letting motion flow. Lost alongside a sea of movement until his eye catches hers. No longer invisible she writhes under his gaze. Her body motionless, Inside, simply swooning. A hand extended, offered with silent command. Accepted with barest tremble, and his knowin...