Passion, intensity, focus
The words hammered in her mind
As she smoothed down her red and black dress
In a few seconds, she will skate for the dance of her life
She locked eyes with her ice skating partner
In his fitting black ensemble, he looked dashing
Muscular and strong though built on the slim side
He can easily lift her now, more so then
when they first danced shyly as 6 and 9 year old kids
Head erect, she held out her hand to begin the routine
She posed gracefully as they moved in beat 4
His hand on her back, they glided with deep clean edges
The lover’s dance, the complex dance of tango
She is arrogant and unattainable
He must plead and be worthy of her love
His shoulders are stiff, chasing her
His legs crossed with a sharp sound
With a quick turn, he moved in close
She glided away, her back straight in a flash
His hand is warm at her waist, caressing
her side, he wanted to plunge himself into her core
And spill his passion into her
In the ice rink, they moved in a curving fashion
Pouring their unrequited love, their unbridled tension
for the 1.43 second dance sequence,
surrendering to the music echoing in their hearts
no one intruded in their dance, not the crowd nor judges
Years of practicing together
Like two peas in a pod, has made it easy for them
to share one heartbeat, one goal of glory
More than best friends, their bond is deep and unexplainable
They came first with each other,
their lovers, an afterthought.
From the side, their coach watched them
Precise arms and leg movements at 112 beats per minute,
on ice their chemistry is undeniable
She knows what every skating fan and public suspects
that something more is added to bring
the tango dance technique into a spectacular flaming number
The skating partners moved closer, foreheads touching
Closer, he wanted to ravish her
Her lips opened in anticipation
Beckoning him to savor her sweetness
Her heat, to pour his heart
The tension is palpable as they embraced for the final beat
his thighs pressed close, his breath on her lips
Do I have your heart ? he asked tenderly
Theirs is a dance of seduction and capitulation
My love, it has always been yours, she whispered softly.
Author's Note: This challenge is for Romantic Friday Writers: Surrender. Maximum word count is 400.
Picture: Canadian Gold Medalists, Tessa Virtue and Scott Moir, Ice Skating Competition, in Vancouver Olympics in 2010, Canada.
