Dance is the timeless interpretation of life.
Caution not spirit, let it roam wild; for in that natural state dance embraces divine frequency.
Burdened no more is soul for whom life flows through dance like breath.
If movements were a spark every dancer would desire to light up in flames.
His was the gaze of a high-end predator, throwing it's prey a seductive look, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
That's the Wildcat I remember.
...I'm hanging onto my sanity by a thread. I'll have you up against this tree and be inside you in about one second.
