The Tango

The tango: two souls dancing with sensuality. One pursues the other while the other wants to be persuaded; they want the night, the dance, the looks and the smell of desire to take them off the ground. They dance, they hold each other, they pull, they push, they seduce. And finally once they're one with the air, once everything around them disappears, they know what's next. They are everywhere, they expanded, they are one, they are all and nothing, they feel everything and therefore they can't sense at all. They are lost in one another, they are lost in the world, they are lost in the now. Caresses begin. Two bodies. The edge of catastrophe; unexpected changes make the perfect path. They wouldn't want it ANY other way. Everything at its moment. Everything changes. Moves. Evolves. Caresses evolve into kisses. Rub of the lips against the skin of a shaking body that, with each kiss, makes the breathing heavier. The eyes close and open like the lens of a camera trying to capture the perfect moment that sometimes the eye can't even see... The two skins are hard to identify; the distinction fades and with it all judgment. Hands, legs, arms, hair, everything is everywhere. They are everywhere. They once more feel, smell, taste, look, listen to every single thing and then all sense is lost.