It found itself in an exotic place,
With a mystical feeling of passion,
A familiar scent of control,
The magical beauty of the waves
Humming away the sound of an splendid
Tango.
An aurora crossed the skies,
Thick yet delicately wise.
Soft and pure,
Warmly causing floods
Tormenting the walls of the distressed,
Releasing the lights that were once
Beyond the waves,
rushing furiously through the veins,
Lubricating the soul to its entirety.
The mind became disarrayed,
Lust filled were the eyes
with rhythm.
La cumparista was in the whispers
And at this point tango
was just the muse.
It threw itself against the waves,
Gently allowing the sounds inside.
Five strokes of heated love,
With arousing aroma of
Smooth roughness,
No judgements and at last,
The waves took over.
The earth for all intents and purposes
seemed to shake
As all odds of nature began
to particularly fade away.
After the storm the calm was numbing
The sounds of rain were still there
yet, That's when they met in a subtle way.
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10.13.22