The Dance
He thought she was a goddess. There she was, with morning glory blue eyes, smiling as she looked in awe at her surroundings in the dance hall. Then, she saw him.
To her he looked like someone out of a dream. Large and muscular yet with the look of one eager to please, he stood staring at her, no less enchanted than she.
Fittingly, "Dance with me" ("I want to be your partner, don't you see") played in the background as they walked toward each other. Then, they were together, his broad shoulders, her sturdy hands.
Her muscular legs, his eyes of golden brown. Her soft golden hair, his silky brown waves. Their feet tapped and swirled in unison across the golden floor lit by a moving silver circle. A little being commonly known as Cupid quietly slipped out, pleased with his work.
