Bay Area Argentine Tango Association

Subtle fire evolving in uncountable little whirlwinds

All over the surface of my body

Under my clothes

Caressing even inside my many pockets of broken thoughts

Intertwined with the way I move.

Dancing, walking, turning, twisting, stomp, stop

I breathe your smooth heat

I smoke you, let's say,

And it tastes like the Spring sky.

Again

We go.

I feel

That you

Feel.

-- Prometheus