Eyes transfixed, looking from the top down

Mesmerised as bodies intertwined

His with hers, hers with his

They were only of one mind

                   An expectant audience drew breath

                     As her head hurtled towards the dance-floor

A safe pair of arms and hands

Could not deny her aura anymore

Two turns, bodies completely in sync

Her hypnotic sweet odour consumed

For him to never let her go

As though they were the only two people in the room

She slid furtively across his back

He spun on his toes to face

Inches apart, hearts beating

They drew closer, ready for their embrace

Intensely their fingers interlock

Gripped by unbridled emotions

She leaps like a gazelle

It was poetry in motion

The final curtain call arrives

Finely balanced like a bird on a beam

Did time fly palpably so fast?

And was this dance just another dream…