The passion was out of control. The night was filled with performances of unexpected delight. The stage was set for an evening of romance. The seductive moves were intoxicating! I felt like a goddess. The white robes presented earlier would be our feather bed for the night. Soft and warm.
I was turned on by Mr. Ballet and all of his moves on and off the dance floor. Wrapping my arms around this magnificent man… the magic began. The performance and passion that night would remain a distant memory. A one time empowering performance, unleashing all desires to someone who in turn became powerless to my advances.
I was flying high again as if we were on another flight, much different from that initial first flight that brought us together. Was this fate? Perhaps.
To follow this romantic dancers moves Ann Reichardt’s second book “The New Dance Card” Looking For…
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