Dancer

Shall we dance. Arms extended, hands clasped, gaze locked. I press my body against his, my breasts rest easy on his chest. I relax into his embrace. My head lay at rest on his shoulder. His hand cupping my waist. He whispers, the words hit me ear. They ring. He steps. I follow. He turns me. I willingly spin. Controlled. Knowing we will meet in that sweet place. Gazed locked, chests pressed, we smile. My footwork is flawless, his words continue to intoxicate. I am spinning. The room is spinning. He is smiling. I am falling. I am sweetly mistaken. Hands clasped, his hand is cupping my waist, my leg extended. His final flourish, a dip.