She was swept off her feet, a million different colours flowing from her skirt. Her partner slowly brought her down, drawing her closer to the clock that covered his left breastpiece. She slid her hands behind her dear friend's head, running her fingers through his slick, black hair. He put his arms around her waist, gently placing his hands on her shoulder blades, upon which rested mesmerizing locks of rainbow-coloured hair.
She gazed into his eyes. He gazed into hers.
"Shall we?" she asked, glancing at her beloved's pale lips.
"Let's," he whispered, looking at his love's midnight-deep lips.
Gradually, the two leaned into each other. Surely, their lips came into contact.
It was a time unlike any other. Creatively.