Previously posted on April 20, 2011 She senses him towering over her before she sees him.   Her eyes slowly move upward, taking in the perfect cut of his tuxedo.  She stops briefly to watch the rise and fall of his chest beneath the pin tucks in his shirt.  To her, there has never been anything sexier than a man in a tux.   Resuming their assessment, her eyes take in the neat ponytail hanging down his back, and then they slowly move to his face.   His eyes crinkle slightly when he smiles and she hears him ask, “May I have this dance?” He stands quietly watching her take…