<span style="font-style: italic">"Just one time is all it takes..."</span><br/><br/>I remember these words, my head lowering, cheeks flushing, and even a soft laugh escaping my lips. I remember his strength and yet gentle grace as he led, perfectly in time to the music, was there even music? It would not matter; everything dissolved as he pressured the small of my back, his grasp upon my own hand, his footfalls, I found movement with.<br/><br/>My gown lapped around his own ankles and feet as he turned my body, avoiding whomever passed our way in their own tangle of time. I remember, so clearly, as I allowed this man, with his charming way, the lilt to his voice, the absolute power he had over my being during this dance, to utterly control every move I made. My eyes remained absorbed to his own, heavy eyelashes blinking slowly, feeling happily drugged in so many ways, finding his tug upon my spine just a little tighter, bodies a little closer, smile a little brighter.<br/><br/>My head tilts, lips opening, then closing, as there no words, not yet, needed.<br/><br/>I would allow this euphoric feeling to stay within my soul, for as long as I possibly could, and revel in the fact that I, at least in this one dance, this one dream, was the fairest of them all; and he did not mind, one bit, in expressing such by taking the floor with me.