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The Tango
the music begins, low, steady,
your hand grips my hip and our dance begins
slow, sensual, paced
a twist here, a turn there,
getting to know each other,
there,
the tempo changes
we’re spinning and swirling,
the 808s building in time with our desires
crescendo imminent
but just out of reach
another song change and
we’re tumbling through a haze
losing time and sense
the music fades
the dance is over
your hand grips my hip and our dance begins
slow, sensual, paced
a twist here, a turn there,
getting to know each other,
there,
the tempo changes
we’re spinning and swirling,
the 808s building in time with our desires
crescendo imminent
but just out of reach
another song change and
we’re tumbling through a haze
losing time and sense
the music fades
the dance is over
Published 23rd Aug 2016
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24th Aug 2016 5:28pm
6th Sep 2016 00:19am
I really enjoyed the imagery...
for lovemaking is the ultimate
dance.
"crescendo imminent
but just out of reach "
Hopefully reached with next song :)
Enjoyed
Keith
for lovemaking is the ultimate
dance.
"crescendo imminent
but just out of reach "
Hopefully reached with next song :)
Enjoyed
Keith
