Eyes dance flirtingly towards each other like hummingbirds through pastures of honeysuckle.
Seeing the very detail that allows for such beauty.
These glances become longing gazes, which soon fall to dreaming stares.
These stares soon become welcomed " accidental " brushings as you pass each other daily. Giving excuse for conversation to show it's face.
And it's these allowances that lead to a seductive infatuation, be it for body or mind.
And soon soon conversation and seduction will hatch a plan that alots time for mind and body to intertwine, supposing that they are pleased with each other.
That's when the "what if's " become "maybe's" and "maybe's " grow into "yes's" who bring along the " I do"s "
But some times the I do's become a lil unsure of themselves and begin to confide in the don't know's.
And as we all know the "don't knows" dont do well under pressure and they tell all thier secerets to the " hell no's" who then proceed to give the finger to love and I do after stealing thier ride and leaving with " I won't"
Well lilttle did we know that all this could have been avoided if the eyes had never went to the dance.