Strains of Chopin's Piano Concertos filled the air, as the flicker of the candles shadow on the couple. There are no need for words as they sit across the table holding hands and locked into each other's eyes. The food is lost among them, barely touched, cold and inedible. Time stands still as they are lost in each other's world where no one but them exist.
He arises from his chair, takes her hand as she too stands up. He takes her hand and barely touches it with his lips. He takes her into his arms as they begin to dance very closely, Her head resting seductively on his broad shoulders, her face press close to his breathing his masculinity. They swayed to the music in such a rhythmic pattern that they seemed to be just one being, so close was their contact.
You almost could have sworn that there was only one person. Their hearts seemed to beet in unisom, as you could not distinguish whose heartbeat was whose. Beating so rapidly that you almost thought it was the natives beating on a tribal drum.
She snuggles up closer to his neck and starts to plant soft kisses on his neck which causes him to moan softly. He is surprised as to what a mere touch of her lips could ellict such pleasure on his flesh. He feels like her lips has branded him like a hot poker, making him hers.
He looks deeply into her eyes knowing that they can not turn back now. He takes his right hand and puts it under her chin, as his head ascend down to her await lips. At first the kisses were soft and sweet, then they grew more passionate as his hands begin to roam down her back. Lost into each others lips, they legs seemed to falter them as she feel slowly on top of him as they ended up on the carpeted floor.
All of a sudden he awakes and realizes that it was all a dream and sighes loudly in disappointment. Then a hand reaches across his naked chest and pulls him closer to her. He moves closer to her as he inches himself across the carpet. Was it a dream or was it real?