I half smiled back.I half smiled back. He extended his hand, and I walked forward to meet his grasp. His hands bore white gloves. I noticed he was a fine dressed gentleman, of probably fifty years. The most captivating aspect of his attire was a jet black cape, lined in crimson brocade. Our hands met and he raised mine to his lips and kissed it gently, never losing eyecontact. No words were needed. We began to waltz. The beat of my heart provided the music, and the gentleman followed it gracefully. We circled and twirled until the pasture became a ballroom, we two being the only dancers. My heart became a violin, uttering forth the sweetest fragile tune. The rhythm got stronger, until I thought my heart would explode for intensity of it. The room began to spin and whirl, yet we two dancers kept time with the waltz. Suddenly, through unspoken words, the gentleman asked politely, "May I?" To which I firmly answered "You may..." Our lips met and I was overwhelmed with passion. Not unlike the dance, the kiss seemed to breathe life eternal. The room spun, the dancers whirled, and my outstretched mind circled them both. |