She floats onto the dance floor as a ballerina would onto stage.

The floor shivers in anticipation of her unadulterated heat.

Her smile lights up the room revealing her love for dance;

that sway of her hips, in perpetual undulation.

Others around her can’t help but notice her sensuality,

feel her heat, becoming fixated on her every move.

Unaware, she dances, eyes closed, in her own world.

Lithe arms up over her head, exposing an average figure but,

there’s something about her that keeps your attention.

When she accepts a dance from her man, the game is on.

Her brown eyes lock onto his and hold contact

Moving sinuously, at times close, she turns allowing her partner to grab

her ever moving hips.

They dance in perfect synch, she knows his moves,

he knows hers, poetry in motion.

Those sitting at near-by tables can’t help but notice

the sensuality they exude, and feel a twinge of envy.

When the pace slows, and lights dim, they remain

 in perfect rhythm.

Standing close with hands resting on her lower back,

her arms around his neck, she purrs into his ear,

and delicately plants butterfly kisses on his

Adam’s apple. His hands fall to gently cup her round derriere.

They understand the nuances of dance.

This is the night…