the song plays
the music moves over me like soft velvet
consuming me
I see her there on the dance floor
all a twinkle
she stands apart from all who are there
I ask her to dance
her hand in mine
my heart beats
but now it is just a thread with the music
we tango
her body so close her perfume
intoxication
my eyes never leave hers
we do not smile
no there is no smiling
in the tango
there is only fire
consuming fire that leaves a trail in our wake
its in our eyes
her knee bent close to my hip
the silk of her thigh held by my hand
taking her across the floor and dipping her back
my other hand runing across her features
her beautiful face,
her neck
down the valley between her breasts
till she offers her hand once more
I pull her up and to me
then I twirl her away
the crystals of her dress reflecting the light
I twirl her back into my arms as the music begins to fade
staring into her eyes that seem to call to me
burning
does she feel it too?
I pull her hand to my lips
giving it a kiss
and then
nothing
I am there alone
in an empty ballroom
with the music playing
within me
calling me
but no one to take my hand

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