The Tango.

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Erotica/Passion

Heated air thick with sweat

Hot breath against burning flesh

Tantalizing feet move across the floor

In the dance they mesh



Gazing into eachother's eyes

Stomping a foot with a hand on her waist

He holds her up and they go slow

There's no need to make haste



One would think it more than a dance

A story of heartbreak, perhaps

Passion, mistrust, jealousy, anger

Together it seems to lapse.



Rhythm of the keys on a soft white piano

Pounding finger make them dance

Like puppets on strings the mmusic they follow

Together they can entrance.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The only part of this I kind of like is the last stanza. But the rest is crap. I wrote this after listening to "Roxanne" From Moulin Rouge a hundred times. :) 2004

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Interesting. I thought it was good. :D