Intensity

Her hips move of their own accord and push up to meet him...they are begging & pleading silently...communicating as the deaf do, only through the beauty of their movement.

"Don't move" he commands sternly.

But his command falls upon deaf ears because she has relinquished all control.... her hips dance upward...pulsating to some rhythm that only the deaf can hear... So he pulls back and refuses her.... her hips pant & and her eyes now pick up the chant...please...they beg him with such passion...her arms stretch forward entreating him....her breath joins in the unspoken chorus, her chest rising and falling with each plea...her entire body becomes a muted symphony....waiting impatiently, in pain for the conductor to lift his tool and instruct...

He leans forward and stares into her eyes, looking, searching....waiting and then with an intensity that she had forgotten.... captures her hips and holds them in silence.....their eyes are locked together in an embrace and so now are their bodies as both souls dance to the music...