dancing together - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
The music spun around them lifting away gravity. She couldn't count how many times she had squished his foot under her own. Still he smiled brightly as their heels clicked over the ballroom floor. He watched as her hair spun out and bounced more with each move and beat. This was perfect. This was dancing and art coming to life, strong pointed moves didn't matter here. All that mattered was the person in front of you.
So they continued to dance and spin. The lights were twinkling with every step as Victorie spun in delicate circles, her dark dress billowing out. She used to love things like this, the pressure of a warm hand on her back and the feeling of her small agile feet gliding along the floor. She had always felt like a small bird learning how to fly, flailing around and finally taking off with outstretched wings and wind swept feathers. Victorie still did from time to time, then she remembered that that bird will fly across a field and fall to the ground without a second thought as to why. They go peacefully and get taken away by a group of hunting dogs.
The slow music twirled like thread around us. I rested my head of his chest, and let him sway my body 'round and 'round again. The violins came in, then the piano, and then the slow and sure beating of a drum. I think I love him. I think, I think I want to marry him. And the music slowed, and we met at the hands. I looked up into his soft blue eyes, and cried.