Tango Heart by Maria Fokas

In the brothels of her sphere
He moves to the rhythm of his heart –
Catch her eyes and wheel her in
Closer; inhale the same breath

He flicks her to the side
Puts his lips to her neck
A taste, a tease, an endless time
He turns her hips; a sweet caress –

His hand on her waist
He grips and pulls
Chest to chest
In close embrace

Molinete –
And when you drink – the Potion of the Gods
Be sure to sip – from the same cup

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