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These Red-Tango EyesThat you could speak to these red-Tango eyes about love and the dance itself, your soul absorbed with Passion's clicking castanets. Promenading past the hour when the dance has simmered hot picking up new Tango rhythms. Raptured beats have tapped out ardor with the Fantasia of seduction. Enticing Tango lips, swaying Tango hips, stoked to flame by a senorita with exotic Latin movements. Fiery Flamenco phrases executed on the dance floor of your heart and soul, flashes of fire flaming from the irises of these red-Tango eyes. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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