.. dance girl ..

She danced and I watched. Her moves matched the music perfectly, well, when there was music because I'm sure it stopped at one point - might have carried on though. Either way, I couldn't hear any. The shapes she made were so soft, careless and inviting. She was happiness. Still I watched.

She looked over, directly into my eyes. Any embarrassment that might usually overcome me in this situation, didn't. Inside me were rising levels of bliss, elation, contentment and this being the fucking greatest moment of my entire fucking life. Her eyes held me. She truly was the most attractive woman I'd ever seen. No question. People say that a lot but she was it. She is beauty. Beauty is her.

The deep brown eyes continued spiralling me in. Then, she proved me wrong. The greatest moment of my entire fucking life was about to happen. It happened when she smiled. The entire universe changed; time, space, colour, light, everything. Then I couldn't even think what I was thinking let alone say or write it. Somehow we pulled closer together and we almost, but not quite, touched.

We moved. We connected. We felt. We were.

Then she ruined it. She offered me her phone number.

.. back ..