The Romance of the Waltz

Never have I moved so lightly.  I was no longer a human being.  To hold the most adorable creature in one's arms and fly around with her like the wind, so that everything around us fades away.
                                      - Goethe, The Sorrows of Young Werther

Emma's heart was beating faster when, her partner took her by the tips of his fingers...  then everything began...  skirts swirled out and rustled against each other...  Everything was turning around them...  the hem of Emma's dress flared out against her partner's trousers...  he looked down at her...  she raised her eyes...
                                      - Flaubert, Madame Bovary

To be fond of dancing was a certain step towards falling in love...
                                      - Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

The waltz never quite goes out of fashion;
it is always just around the corner;
every now and then it returns with a bang.
It is sneaking, insidious, disarming, lovely...
The waltz, in fact, is magnificently improper.
                                      - H. L. Menken

I looked hopefully around the room.  After a few moments, my eyes met his and we walked toward each other.  We didn't exchange names or even speak, we both knew what was coming and somehow the anonymity made the encounter more exciting.

He took me by my hand and led me to the corner of the room, causing my stomach to somersault.  As he put his arm around me I admired the broadness of his shoulders and savored the sweetness of his smell.  Slowly, we began to move, tentatively at first, circling our bodies around each other with the beat of the music.  I noticed that his confidence was growing as he pulled me closer to him.  His warm hand on my back compelled me to give in to the strength of his arms, but I remembered that it would be more gratifying if I resisted.  Reluctantly, I gently pulled away with my body and pushed with my hand, "it's better if we can look at each other," I whispered.

Our bodies moved in synch, rhythmically, our breathing escalated and the room began to spin faster and faster into a blur of color.  I closed my eyes to relish the euphoric sensation of his movements guiding me.  I felt like I was the only one he had ever done this with, yet he knew exactly what to do.  We moved together as one.

I wished we could continue like that indefinitely, but then, the music faded to silence.
"Thank you," he said.  "It was my pleasure," I sighed.  We parted to search for another waltz partner.

                                      - Mindy Lange, Social Dance II