They lie on the floor, facing each other. He grasps her hands in his, their fingers locking, palms pressed against each other. Tentatively, he pushes forward; she responds with firmness, moving back with his thrust but not yielding. He pulls her back. They are ready. He loosens his hold to the most delicate of touching, so only their fingertips meet. He begins the slow, rhythmic, forward and back motion with his hands, their hold never breaking. He slowly brings their hands together and intertwines their arms like serpents, up and down, the rhythm increasing. He tightens their hold now, pressing his palms against hers. He separates their arms and pulls her entire body to his, only to push her away again. The rhythm, ever quickening: forward, back. At his lead, they rise to their knees and grasp each others' shoulders. They rock in the rhythm, burning in their closeness. With an exchange of the eyes, they rise to the dance...