A meeting of the eyes, a curve of the lips. A nod of the head from across a crowded room. A whisp of hair a lingering scent of perfume as they walk by.
A simple word of hello. An acceptance of a dance. Hand on hand, body against body with only a thin barrier between you. Tow bodies moving in perfect rythm with one another.
A kiss upon the cheek before parting. Leaving a wanting urge to have more, to touch more. The attraction of that very first moment. The antisipation in wondering if there could be more.
A memory of a song, of a dance you once shared. The scent returns making the memory even more vivid. As you search a room for a glimps of those same eyes. A whisper in your ear and you can hear their voice again. Thanking you for the dance.
A dance, a night, a moment never forgotten kept in the back of you mind. A dance in a crowded room that emptys and all that is left is the two of you. A dance you can never forget. A dance you can keep to yourself. A dance it was only a dance. A dance with those eyes that you can not fet out of your mind. Then again it was only a dance.
