The DanceThe young man spins the girl under his arm. Her navy blue dress gracefully floats an inch above her knees. The end of her ponytail swishes upward and tickles his bare chin, causing him to gently squeeze her delicate hands. Chills run down his spine as she giggles and then sighs and leans her head against his chest. He inhales her lilac perfume and hopes the scent will rub off onto his own clothes. She looks up, her lovely eyes gazing into his. He pulls a blue ribbon out of her ponytail and runs his fingers through her silky locks as they come tumbling down. Then he bends down, kisses her lips, as pink and as soft as rose petals, and into her ear, Adam whispers,"If my heart was a house, you'd be home."