She sparkles like a diamond,
but hates the cliché.
Holds herself in a regal fashion,
but wears dungarees every day.
She's a wonder among wonders
and is never really sure
why all the fuss and furtive glances.
Swaying to the music, they moved as one.
Slowly at first, then gaining momentum.
Swirling, rounding, dipping...
Eyes locked. Bodies pressed.
Beads of perspiration the steamy testament of wordless passion...
before swaying once more, slowly, as one.