The rhythm of the dance club calls out to me as I step from the car on my lover's arm. My body sways sensuously to the beat of the drum and the music. He leads me past the doors and onto the floor. Our favorite song echoes in our ears. My arms reach out and encircle his neck: we are one as we surrender to the strands.
A cool rush of air tingles my arm and I open my eyes to inquire. Many are the dancers swaying to the music, but this touch somehow is different. My sight begins at the waist then travels to the chest, massive and strong. I feel compelled to let my eyes continue upward until I look into the most expressive pair of eyes I have ever seen. It is you, you who has invaded my dreams night after night as I lay next to my lifelong partner. The adrenaline is pumping wildly through my veins as I drink in the sight of you. I had despaired to ever see you, meet you , yet here you stand, not two feet away from me, in the flesh. I watch your face as your lips widen into a smile. I hesitantly smile back. Your body continues to sway, sensuously to the rhythm of the music.
Suddenly, your steps lead you away from me and it is then that I realize that you are not dancing alone. For your arms have encircled your partner's waist. I train my eyes on her and recognize that she is beautiful, a compliment to your masculine handsomeness. Her beauty somehow makes me feel dowdy and dumpy and I stumble as my lover looks down into my face and inquires at my discontentment. I tell him that it is hot and I need a drink. Eager to please, he leads me to our table and sets out to retrieve our drinks. I let my eyes travel the room, searching for you. There you stand on the sidelines with your partner's arm looped possessively with yours. A pang of jealousy shoots through me as I watch you lean down to whisper in her ear. She smiles then throws back her head in laughter. The sound of it rings raucous in my ears. I look away, not being able to bear the sight.
I see my lover at a distance, trying to work his way through the crowd, wielding two drinks. As he comes abreast to you, you turn and speak to him. He nods his head and hands one of the drinks to you and I watch in unbelief as you both approach my table.
Totally oblivious to my lover, I listen in complete infatuation to the sound of your introduction, watching your lips move, feeling your breath on my face as you lean down to place my drink before me on the table. I also listen in awe as you politely ask my partner for his permission to dance with me. He gives consent and I place my hand in yours, rise and drift on a cloud to the dance floor. There we begin a sensual movement of bodies made for love. Our bodies, involuntarily melt together and I feel the rise of your passion against my midriff. I look up into your eyes and discover the passion I have been missing. Conscious of my lover's eyes on me and your partner's glare from the sidelines, I place my hands on your chest and push slightly away to create a visible space between us. Not a word has been spoken since we began, but none is necessary.
Suddenly confused, I am ready to end this dance of passion. I plead faintness and stumble away from you, leaving you to stand alone in the middle of the floor. I walk back to my lover who, ever solicitous of my health, inquires at my drawn face. He asks me if I would like to go home, but knowing that he does not, I relate that I will be fine after I attend the restroom. I blindly walk to the restroom, enter and walk over to the basin. My face feels hot and flushed and I step back and lean my face against the coolness of the tile wall. I know that I must get a hold of myself before I walk out the door but I feel helpless to do so. I am so confused by the emotions inside of me. I ask the empty room "What am I going to do?" The silence greets me, taunts me. I raise my head to look into the mirror and there I see your face. Startled, I turn around in haste and watch as you calmly turn the lock on the door and walk over to me.
