Trust

Pointed toes and such perfect lines, a pristine storm we know the signs. Flashing eyes and a soothfast scream sharp pulses control your bloodstream. Partner work always requires trust, just a bit more than once discussed. Allowing yourself to bend and fall, like a princess at the masked ball. This gentleman with a soft hand, moving so fast I barely stand. More stamina used than a quip twirling me down for that slow dip. In a twist dancing with cyclones, I feel it right down to my bones.