Romancing with Dance

Sweat and high adrenaline rush were there at  my outer crust, reflecting the condition of my heart which was pumping hard. the music was cascading as i was nearing the gates of dance hall. the moment i put my first step into it, the heat and the beat welcomed me. i bowed down and touched the floor in reverence. in a flash of a moment i heard my name resounding in the hall. it was the turn of my group to perform. excitement, fear, breathlessness and intoxication were juggling and bubbling in me. standing in the front of the crowd that had eyes all hooked on me that gave me goosebumps. but as the music began, i felt it flowing inside my veins, relieving me from all the shackles of unspoken miseries. the movements and the rhythm transcended my soul from my body and soared it above.
                                For a span of time, the feel of self was gone. i was enticed by the equation of me and dance. flirting with the movements, romancing with the music. as the the music slowed down i felt betrothed to dance. the loud applaud around me was blazing, the maddening crowd seemed to celebrate my marriage.