She glances at me with a glimmer of lust, the person who lays with me  in my bed.
She has approved the dance and we breathe the same air, the same hot and damp oxygen.
We share our thoughts within our created entity, the dance.
We share for a while then sleep for days. We order room service and eat the complimentary mints in peace and quiet.
Oh the thought of love.
Quite intoxicating.