Torrid Tango


Past this thin veil of innuendos
In the air that exists in between
Two people enmeshed in crescendo
Of emotions unspoken unseen

In almost a touch so forbidden
In almost suggesting a time
In almost a loving ungiven
An almost magnificent mime

With barely the strength to contain
All passions pervading within
In heart and the soul and the pain
In the glance with a chance to begin

So the dance of a chance torrid tango
Entangled in mind and in soul
Thinly vieled moribund innuendo
So empowered to inspire and enthrall


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