Fatal Aroma

It was just Keir and I, alone now. “Your eyes sparkle like sapphires tonight,” he whispered in a voice made up of sultry air. “Surly I'm the envy of all men having you here beside me.” I flashed a meek smile. “May I have this dance?” “Si, Keir. I would love to dance with you,” I replied in a credulous tone that proved me childish once again, and not of the seductress I reflected earlier. “I mean sure.” He cupped my left hand in his and placed it firmly against his solid chest, then slid his palm gently down my hip. With his free hand, he reached for my right, guiding it out toward the side. As we began careening to the violin a thought of home raced through my mind; one of the other world from my dreams. Although, I concentrated on capturing the essence of this place, the feeling subsided before being bestowed upon with the chance of tasting the fruit of my longing. As Keir held me close, I felt that some part of who I am was entwined with his existence. It was as if our thoughts were of the same place and time. As he gazed deeply into my eyes our surroundings melted into oblivion. I never looked down, but could have sworn our feet were no longer touching the floor. A white cloudy haze as thick as cotton slowly circled around us, hypnotizing me into a dreamy state. I desired nothing more than to simply continue dancing for eternity. I closed my eyes and inhaled Keir's sweet cologne; and when I reopened them, the magic of the moment had vanished like a mirage.