Her red dress shimmered in the moonlight. The folds of her skirt floated around her like the petals of a flower as she spun. She laughed with pleasure as she twirled around me. She loved to dance now. She was so beautiful.

I took her into my arms and we moved as one across the moonlit lawn. The satin clinging to her slender curves was soft under my hands. Her gentle lips found mine. Her body spoke a wordless invitation.

Our bodies moved as one in a different form of dance. Her red dress lay on the ground beside us.