Is it just a dance?

The lights flicker. The audience gasping for breath, staying silent, as if it were Christmas night. The woman walks out, in her elaborate, sexy new heels, prepared just for the occasion. Her dress, shimmers as she twirls into the spotlight. Her arms, flowing with the delicateness of a gentle stream, moving with the grace of a swan, lure the man over.

The man strides over, ever the cool cat. With a deliberate gesture, tips his hat and flips it onto the woman's locks. He hands her a long stem red rose, still fresh with the misty dew. With a powerful array of footwork, he works his way behind the woman, still in her statuesque form.

Their eyes lock. Without any spoken words, the man lets the woman know exactly what he's thinking. Breath-takingly beautiful never had a better use. He twirls her, posture flawless like a top, she spins and ends in his arms, locked into the beginning of an intense milonga de amor.