Stop...Start...Dance

Her hips swayed easily to the deafening beat surrounding us. Lost in the moment, I stared, stunned by her graciously facile movement. I watched her dance at me, dance around me and even seemed to dance for me. I had lost my lead as she led herself deftly through the sensual cadence, wrapped in an impenetrable rythmic aura. She pulled my arms around her and I felt the electricity pulse from her hips. The calypso's crescendoed snapping me from my stupor. Gently encapsuled in her aura, I moved to the beat of her back to my chest, her luscious derriere to my loin, her hips to my thighs and our movement blending into the quintessential harmony of two bodies dancing as one. It was one first dance, it was one last dance. A dance resigned to memory, where it stays peturbed by the desire to recapture that moment.