They danced, their bodies melding perfectly together and their lips passionately dancing in succession with their feet.
Every step was like fire, getting hotter and hotter until finally their bodies were up in flames. They danced frantically, feverishly. Her body pressed up against his and his against hers. They claimed the stage as theirs; not one inch was left pure.
The back of her hand brushed his cheek and he spun her around. They looked at each other in the eyes and swayed with the haunting music. Every movement was harsh and graceful; every step was lost in passion.
He pressed her against the wall, letting her have no escape. He bit her lip and she let out a soft moan. The music reached a smooth crescendo and she jerked in his arms, spinning out of his embrace. She ended with a slow and seductive épaulement, never releasing his eyes.
He swept toward her, wrapping his arms around her waist and gently lifting her in the air. He kissed her toes, her foot, her legs. He spun her around while she lowered herself over his back. The dynamics of the orchestra were quick and elaborate. He put her down and kissed her hand. His kisses were sweet and poisonous. He continued up her arm and to her neck, where he nibbled on the soft skin. She pulled away from him yet again.
She grabbed his hand and led him off of the stage. They found their way to a feathery bed sheet and covered their naked bodies in its wings. Their lips passionately met over and over, seizing each other as their own. The flames engulfed their bodies once again and as the music came to a sharp cadence, so did their dance.
As the music died, so did the dancers.