I love dancing. Not the act (I really have two left feet), but the idea behind it. To me, dancing is the ultimate expression of letting go. Can you think of a single image more motivational than that of a young man and woman dancing together on a crowded sidewalk, disregarding the people running into them, or the looks of those around them, or even the lack of music.
Just freedom
Just dancing
There's something about moving hand in hand with a lover, be it in a crowded ballroom, a high-school gymnasium, or a dark pier, with only the moon to light you. It's almost electric, like sex in a weird sort of way. Sway, spin, gaze, it's all just so... emotional.
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