Tango

Here we go again,
Tracing the steps of our innocent tango.
Circling in then shooting back,
Your perfume sweet in the air.

Step one I close in,
Hand on your waist, twirling to your desire,
Your fingers find my face,
Caressing slow but sure.

Step two more passionate,
Legs intwined in certain rhythms,
Eyes locked in heart pleading glances,
Hands groping at air.

Your dress twirls a fiery red,
I'm the matador to your angry eyes,
Arms in the air you turn and turn,
Til I call you back into my arms.

A step, a turn, a small touch,
Feet blistering, but aching for more,
Synchronized, our moves defined,
Choices in a world ignited.

My eyes beg for the finale,
My hands grope for no good-byes,
But in the still of night we hear it,
The fermata of a love lighted.

Our hearts beat strong,
Our spirits fall scorched,
And with a last twirl,
And a last taste of lips,

Our hands drift apart,
Then quickly latch on,
Till we fall to the ground,
All securities, gone.