Lights flash as music pulses and a crush of people grind and sway.

I'm grabbed from the side, and I dance with my new partner.

The song continues, and I move from person to person, looking for Her.

I don't see Her, and I walk out, disappointed.

And... all of a sudden... there She is.

She smiles at me, that wicked, teasing, playful smile, and grabs my hand to pull me back out onto the dance floor.

She turns to face me, that smile still gracing Her lips, and begins to dance.

Twisting, swaying, rolling, turning in time to the beats.

Bass fills and echoes in my chest as I match Her, move for move.

Try as hard as I can, She's better than me, but I do my best to keep up.

Her smile fades, and is replaced by that dead stare.

Her heart, Her mind, Her soul is lost to the music and the rythm and the dancing, and She is disconnected from everything but the music.

It's all I can do not to stare at Her; I fail anyway.

Her eyes meet mine, and my heartbeat changes. It pounds in time with the music, and We start to roll and sway and twist together.

I feel myself connect with the music and Her, and I feel all of my thoughts and emotions flow into my body.

My eyes become as dead as Hers.

We get pushed closer, and She starts to roll Her body.

I mirror Her, and We roll together. Close, apart, close, apart...Our hips start rolling and people start staring.

Sweat glistens on Our arms, and Her hair is clinging to Her neck.

She pushes it back and raises Her arms to sink lower and slide back up.

She grabs my hands and holds them up as Our knees fit in between each others, and We easily move from side to side.

The music and passion flows through Us, and the more We touch physically, the more We touch emotionally.

She looks me in the eye again, and We sway together.

Slow motion-reality is taking it's toll, and I'm becoming lost in Her world.

Her blinding, dizzying, violet world of beauty and sensuality.

The air between Us is crackling with elecricity, and She's feeding off it while I dance with Her like an ungrounded lightning rod, hoping that I don't get struck.... yet praying that I do.

She is the unknown.

She is the enigma.

... and She's smiling that smile again.