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Do you feel it?
That first spark of tension that makes your skin prickle,
the hairs on your arms stand up.
Those first tentative steps,
to see if we have the same rhythm.
You come towards me,
but I panic and push you away.

Oh no!
Quickly I speed after you and turn you back.
But now you are angry, hurt.
So you try to pull away.
Not willing to let go,
I pull you back to me.
You spin away.

Fine!
Be that way!
But as I turn to go,
I find myself turning more,
back to you.
And joy!
You have also turned back to me!

I take your hand and lead you on a chase.
Follow me to my heart.
Our eyes meet and we smile
for the sheer joy of being alive.
We stop and you spin in my arms,
laughing.

You pull back slightly, but coyly this time.
Then you come towards me, your eyes smoldering.
Just as you are about to reach me,
those same eyes get a mischievous glint
and you brush past me,
silently laughing.

Surprised,
I barely manage to hold onto your hand.
You turn back,
the smolder back in your eyes.

Your hips sway and you strut back to me,
a lioness now hunting.
Achingly,
you brush past me once more,
but this time I spin you round,
moving close as you pass me.

Slowly we spin round each other;
lost,
found.
Around...
and around...
and around.

We pull apart,
you once more the huntress.
Slowly you circle me,
your hand trailing across my body.

My heartbeat pounds in my ears;
excitement or fear?
Who cares.

Our bodies close,
I pull you after me slowly.
We move back and the world rocks.
Your eyes widen in surprise at
my?
your?
audacity.

You pull back,
but only to catch your breath.
You stop
and once more we move close,
a hairsbreadth separating us.

Again we spin, round
and around
an' round.