Drenched,they still dance.

Dewdrops collapsed on the two, as they mustered strength to pursue. to pursue a path they were only aware of, to pursue a lack of grace they don't feel ashamed of. Cause they didn't do this in secret. They sneaked out of a rivet, a rivet of people, from a party. A clarity has set, where they arrived,they once met. The path they became familiar with, has ceased, and they finally reached their peaced garden. Nervousity makes them bump into each other- "Pardon," he offers,like no other man she'd been with. The wispy clouds did ban them to have time together, by collapsing dewdrops brisk and delightful. He takes her hand carefully,as if it's made of feather, 𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒖𝒍. She concluded, giving him a trade of her beaming smile. Switching motions,they begin to dance, as meanwhile,they get drenched. They balance swiftfully upon the moves, But no,only if he proves he's an actual gentleman. By doing so, he twirls 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺𝘯. But the mood plops down, And they become glued to each other. Eager lips awaits her, as well as the other events of spending time with him. Fending away her doubts, she kisses back, with lack of grace, but abundance of passion. They quicken,feeling as attraction has sprouted.