Wow!This author can really describe a dance seen. The way she writes makes it very easy to picture the event in your head.
He quickly pulled her into him as if he needed her, couldn’t live without her. What woman in that room didn’t want to be her? Then, he slowly dipped her, and she arched her back and reached away from him, lifting her leg high up behind him, pointing her toe beautifully for definition. But the most poetic step happened at the end, when he lowered himself to his knees and held his arms out as far as he could to each side, and she lowered her body, back first, draping herself over his shoulders. He rose and carried her, like Apollo and Terpsichore, or Romeo and Julie