In the den of tango

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In smoke and shadows of the tango's lair,
Our glances kindle passion's smoldering fire.
As music's pulse sets souls and limbs athrill,
In your embrace alone my respite I desire.
Now to the dance our yearning bodies fly,
As flying skirts and flashing feet entwine.
Through whirling steps and moments stolen sly,
In the tango's thrall, love, I'm forever thine.
Take me, my love, on passion's winding chase,
Through realms of yearning no one else can know.
In the tango's lore our hearts find hiding place,
Where in each other's arms, entwined, our souls may grow.