I like the way he danced. And then I like the way we danced together.

I could not get my fill of looking.
There should be a song for women to sing at this moment or a prayer to recite. But perhaps there is none because there are no words strong enough to name that moment.

Of all life's pleasures, only love owes no debt to death

Dance is the hidden language of the soul

It feels great, plain and simple...we're going dancing!

Well there's nothing to loseAnd there's nothing to proveI'll be dancing with myself.