Tango

Tongues dance a tango trance    
lips meet to please a playful    
tease of lips on lips and    
tongues wet within    
   
Around we slide    
until moans and sighs    
drive us high and glide us    
over mountains of pleasure    
   
Nails are scratching backs    
are arching aching for    
the primal release    
of innate needs    
   
Gliding and sliding    
slithering and slipping    
sublimely surrendered we    
moan and groan in music my    
rhythm in line with your rhyme    
   
Ochos and pivots entertwine    
in a teasing tango treasure    
building pressure until    
we explode in peaks    
of pure pleasure