The Tango

The Tango

The silence lay heavy on her lips
As her eyes spoke, intensely.
Fingertips retched out
In an invitation,
In a dare.

Footsteps piled up on the floor
Unable to keep up the pace.
She swayed him, twirling,
Until she broke loose from
The shadow stitched to her feet.

Whirling away in light gasps
And heavy breathing they
Danced as if they were one.
Their souls entwined
By the passion in two hearts
Beating simultaneously,
Creating a pulse,
A steady rhythm.

Exhaustion steadily increases,
Weighing heavily on every muscle,
Until the drowsiness kicks in.
And afterwards sleepy eyes
Try to focus on her features.

The music only they can hear
Fades away into the distance.
Tranquility settles despising
The heat in her lips curled as a smile,
And she no longer provokes him.

The silence fell upon her conscious
As her breathing spoke, mildly
Fingers gently holing
His being captured,
Within her ever present dare.

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