You stand face to face as you put your hand around his shoulder.You listen. You feel. You take a small step as you begin to sense the feel and rhythm of each others bodies.
There is a fire burning inside of you. You're enveloped by the senses- the look of his gaze, the feel of his touch, the smell of his cologne, the sound of the music, the thirst for another breath of air.
You lose complete control as you give in to the beat of the music. You don't think, you just feel. It's raw emotion. It's pure passion. Your feet flawlessly fall into step, your arms swing around each other, your hips move to the beat of the drum, your back arches, your hair sways, you breathe harder and harder.
You twist. And turn. And dip. And twirl.
Your heart is beating a thousand times a minute as you desperately grasp for air. The world around you blends with colors and the images becomes abstract.
Your bodies are completely consumed by the rhythm.
Your spirit soars.
That beat, that rhythm, the connection, the movement, the passion- that is what creates the magic in dance.
It's style. It's art. It's my inspiration.
