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Her body moves to the beat of the drums, and like the song she speeds and slows the sway of her hips.
The beads of sweat begin to drip down her forehead and caress her face like the soft touch of rose petals. Her hair is now dripping in sweat and she doesn't mind as it clings to her face.
He is standing at the other end of the room but he can see her through the cloud of cigarette smoke. He watches her as she dances. Other women approach him but he sees only her. He only wants her. He knows that she is the one, the one he has been searching for.

The outdated disco ball shines and shimmers above, sending soft blue beams of light against her skin. The light gives her an angelic appearance.
He watches her with more intensity. He begins to imagine himself holding her in his muscular arms, her body looking almost childlike against his large frame. He stands tall as he towers over many of the men in the club.
He pulls at his tailored suit, smoothes his hair and begins to walk towards her. Another woman steps in his path and ask him to dance and as quick as the woman asks he rejects her offer. His mind is made up, there is only one Angel in his sight tonight. He was making his move and no one could stop him.
He too let the beat of the music move him as he danced his way towards her. He can see her feature more clearly as he gets closer to her. He sees the skin of her shoulders that shows through her low cut shirt. He knows her skin must feel like satin. He sees her lips, they are so full and plump he knows they must be soft. He almost shivers as her beauty stuns him. The crowd on the floor shifts as he dances closer and closer to her. Now he is so close to her that he can smell her perfume. He concentrates and wills her to turn and look at him. In an instant something made her turn, and their eyes met. Something about his piercing eyes hypnotized her. She couldn't look away. She did not want to look away. He smiles at her and she begins to melt inside. He has the most brilliant and amazing smile she has ever seen. She didn't fight the overwhelming desire that she had to dance with this stranger. She wanted to dance with him as much as he wanted to dance with her. He could see this in her eyes and he knew that he had her in the palm of his hands. He moved closer to her, their body's almost touching. They danced for hours and she had no intention of stopping. She had never danced with a man who move this way. She never took her eyes away from his. An announcement was heard

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