one-shots // karamel

dancing

he grabs her hand.
they make their way towards
the dance floor.
they're moving swiftly
and in sync to the music.
it's perfect.
the stuff of fairytales.
dancing.
dancing is all they're doing,
but it's so much more.
it goes deeper than just
the movement of delicate feet
on a wooden floor.
it's the loving grasp of their hands;
the way his is intertwined
with hers.
the first moment he knew
that he was in love,
and the moment she knew
she would never find someone to love her
just as much as he did.
as they moved to the gentle piano
two hearts became one.
dancing.
dancing is all they're doing,
but it's so much more.
it is passionate;
filled with desire.
a thousand unspoken words
just hanging there
like dream catchers between them.
a thin line that they have yet to cross.
their feet move
to the beat of their heart lines.
dancing.
dancing is all they're doing,
but it's so much more.
the love in their eyes,
a burning fire just waiting,
waiting to grow.
his grey eyes filled with
a raging snowstorm,
her blue eyes bursting
like comets in outer space.
the world around them
starts to fade away,
until all they can see
is each other.
the violin ceases.
the piano stops.
the song ends.
dancing.
dancing was all they were doing,
but it was so much more.