What Was I Feeling?

Well, I can tell you what I was feeling alright, and nothing too weak either. The evening was late, early for a famous party, but late to those who sat in bed and starred out into the world of dreams. If I recall correctly, it was about one in the morning, cars were just finishing their pick ups for all those guests who'd rather had enough of the flashing lights, and the smell of alcohol and sweat was none to pleasant, but drifted through the air, mixing in with the music. But no, that infernal smell which I've so come to know was drowned out by the lovely lady, oh, lovely can't even begin to describe her. The way she curved, that soft voice and golden hair like sunlight personified. I asked her to dance, not that she could hear me over the sound of drunken laughter and fresh music, but regardless, I took her hand. Those gloves, so soft in my hands, but nothing compared to her actual touch. I just couldn't help but imagine the palms of her feathery touch as I led her to dance. I drew her close, so close that I could feel her heart beat and every curve of that luscious skin of hers, so pale, like moonlight glowing. And as the music slowed, the world began to spin us, and it felt like nothing in the world was there, not Nick, sorry Old Sport, not every drunk man and screaming woman, not even that idiot of a man she was forced to marry. It was me and her, my woman, my soul mate, just her and me.