Tango With Me.... Poem by Anastasija Bobileva

He's a weakness I want to fall into,
With strong arms to lift me to new heights,
Lost in the volunerebility of his wanting eyes.

I like to dance with my feet on the floor,
When you hold me like this we'll be dancing till four.
When your leading is clear I want you to know;
We're moving so smoothly, I'm drifting away,
I cannot remember what day is today.

We've only just met but I feel we belong,
Together, forever, at least for this song.
Your touch is so gentle, your tango sublime,
My ochos are easy, the pivots refined.

We're moving as one, carresing the flour,
While the music is playing let's tango some more.