Remember how we used to dance?
The fire, the passion, the heat, the tauting. When the music is played oh how the body will move along in rythm with it stirs a spark of fire, turning it into a raging flame. How sensually it draws me in like a moth to a flame. How the body response plays so much of a role, though it may seems so wrong, yet its beautiful as sin and full of it.
I could still remember how heated up I was, the song and movements burned within my heart, enslaving me. How seductive and powerful it felt to tempt and be bold. It’s provocotive yet sensual steps now a drug to me, in which I know I will never be able to get enough of. How lips will meet by a breath length and yet drawn away again.
They say the best of tango dancers will not know the true meaning of Tango unless they have been hurt in their life. Perhaps they are right, Dancing the Tango is heaven, the tempting, the courting and all the sensuality just comes out from all of us. The everyone around us just seem to vanish, leaving only the whole dancefloor to us as they watch our intricate yet almost provocative dance.
I do not love this dance for how everyone just turn head to look at us admiring. Rather, I dance for the heat passion that seems to ooze so much sensuality in such innocent steps. Pressing our body together, tempting and then pulling away to see that look on your face, it was almost priceless. It’s thrilling to see such expressions as the game of temptation continues on into the night.
A hint of smile in victory and a taunting yet challenging look in the eyes, as I curled as finger waiting for your next step. How fun this is, to see how you move, closing in on me trying to capture me, and yet again I managed to slip through your grasp. It had been fun yet there is always something missing in finding the perfect partner.
Though you know what they say, finding the perfect partner usually begins with the heart first. So I’ll continue on with my dance of Tango until I find the perfect partner, I’ll continue my sensual game of temptation.
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