Walk one, walk two, rock step one, rock step two and tango, close.

Finally, she took him in, all wet and sexy beneath her.
Every breath and groan echoed over the water. She alternated her gaze from the stars in heaven to the rock star that was currently her heaven.

I think this is the start of something really big. Sometimes that first step is the hardest one, and we've just taken it.

The cha-cha-cha is not the one I learned in Mexico. The tango is not the one I saw in Argentina. They have their own way of doing things.

You have to walk up each step to get to the top of the staircase.

That should be a close one.