He sat there smoking his cigarette watching her dance, the music was dreamy and so was he, she danced like a goddess from an old oriental religion, floating on the waves of the music. He always enjoyed watching her dance, the way her body became one with the music, the way she closed her eyes as if she was saying a divine prayer, the way her bare feet embraced the floor, it always left a smile on his face.
She walked back to where they sat, lit a cigarette and held her wine glass as she sat there in front of him. They didn’t talk, their eyes exchanged a kiss and their smiles exchanged a conversation. What was it that made him so in love with her, he thought to him self as he reached his hand to hold her hand and without much of wondering, he got his answer as his fingers touched the palm of her hand.
It’s a dreamy evening, just like the ones before, just like every time they were together. A beautiful song comes along, he felt her excitement by the way here hand closed on his, she wanted to dance and so did he. He led her to the dance floor, holding her close from her waist , he felt at peace a feeling that few of men who truly loved a women felt before. He pulled her closer to his chest, leaning his head towards her neck, her scent made him dizzy, as if he walked to a temple with holy incense burning on the shrine of deliverance. He wanted to cherish this moment forever, keep it within his heart and mind, never let it go.
The song ended with her hand still in his, she pulled him closer to her body, hugged him warmly as she pressed her body on to his, and then pulled back walking towards their table. He stood there looking at her walk away, he was in a moment of trance, was he in a dream or reality. He watched her sit, lit another cigarette and held her wine glass. She looked at him with a smile, her eyes were asking him to come to her, he walked back sat on his chair lit his cigarette reached out his hand and held hers, realising what a lucky man he is to be in love with her.