Guitars gently twine as the lovers rotate about the room.
They dance, oblivious to the patrons’ stares.
They look like Gods on that simple dance floor- they make it come to life, give it the spark it has always needed.
Twisting and twirling their bodies in magical ways, as close to one another as possible.
Intertwined, they become one.

No longer do they reside on that dance floor. They are dancing on the clouds, the stars within their grasp.
The wind blows the clouds and the dancers to far off fantastical lands.
Deep, lush green rain forests below them now, they descend back to the soft underbrush with the billowing trees above them- sheltering them from the world abound.
The dance slows, the dancers turn into lovers on this glorious night- in the deep forest.

Engaging in the pure bliss of making love.