Permission

Permission.

May I? Is this okay? Do you want me to stop?

Permission is the most important aspect of any early stage relationship. Assumptions are made when permission is recurring, as the consent is then acknowledged. Masculinity is the definition of confidence. As femininity to innocence. When the key to permission has been granted, the door is opened without consent through an invitation. An invitation to be swept off the feet. Boundaries are set, and though pushing them may be exciting, they are always led by the other. And if asked to leave, it is done in respect.

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“Loosen up a little… Here, take my hand, and follow my lead.”

Imagine if we stopped listening to music. Like seeing the world in black and white. Never completely appreciating the vibrance and harmony in the dancing sounds, until they return. The melody of music, souls to the heart, feeling of warmness; a gradual entrance and a gentle release, in performance. She made him a better man, and he made her a better women. She didn't try to change him and he didn't try to change her. But they changed each other in ways they could have never imagined. They were growing, growing together and growing apart. A strive for everything between.

he took her hand and spun her around. getting her to dance and laugh away the worries. playing a frank sinatra song, a tony bennett song, a classical song to dance in ballroom.

“without music, we would lose a purpose to dance. they go together in pair.”

She enjoyed dancing. The way she moved evoked an elegance of sensuality. As if it was done without thought, moving to what was within. Ballroom dancing was her favorite, for it’s eloquence, a lost tradition and art in which two people join hand in hand; moving beside another, to the breath and touch of sound.

She gave him a curtsy, lifting her dress slightly. It was mature and pretty.

"May I?", John extended his hand waiting for hers. Bringing her hand gently up and kissing it on the knuckles, releasing it back down and firmly spinning her towards him, into his arms.

It was a lovely night. Stars painting a wonder across the sky. Across a brick paved road. It was simpler times, simpler moments. A chemistry as spirits join. One, two, three. A dip down towards the floor staring in her eyes, a trust in arms. Rehearsal in the empty studio attended, late night practices, a creation of choreography in moves to the song of lyrics. She eventually choreographed her own class in her free time.

…

“Relax”, she said untying his red bowtie, pulling one end of the bow to leave a knot. “I think we did great. It doesn’t matter if we won or not, I had so much fun doing this with you.” It was like unravelling a gift, the only gift she needed, him. Draping the ends of the silk linen ends across his shoulders, as she began unbuttoning the first button. The second button. And then the third.

That was it really… Did you expect more?