Tango

The red lips voluptiously bites the rose

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Fascinates,

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The strong hand slides down the spine and pulls

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Roughly!

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The long lean leg, pointy feet scaping from the fine print of the skirt

The hips sway manipulated in undulating movements

concomitant

exciting.

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The white teeth pierce the tender tale, faces touch for an instant

as he infantly steels the rose and turns his face away in one only motion

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At times slow,

violently

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Whirl body and projected image

in the lounge above the flor made of thin glass

chest panting under the cloth, sweat springs from his temples

under the black hair

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Contrasting the smoothness, the slowness

the heel strikes the glass of time

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Cracks!

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Scratch on the floor above an abyss made of darkness

Unaware the lovers dance hipnotized by sound

Glistening the brocades reflect the glory of the chandeliers

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Eyes do not stare, mouths do not touch

Souls tangled to the heat of tango

Moths attracted to the bright light

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diamonds,

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Shrouded in the embrace swirl sensations

anxiously awaiting the moment the flower will explode

from button to crimson petals

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Slit opened

to the blood’s pulse