The Tango of Tempests

In a sultry ballroom, shadows entwine,
Where moonlight flickers, passions align.
A tempest brews with each sultry glance,
Whispers ignite, and lovers dance.

Velvet whispers brush against the skin,
A spark of fire where fingertips begin.
Heat of breath, a tango's embrace,
In the throes of desire, they find their place.

Eyes locked in a smoldering trance,
Bodies swaying in a fevered dance.
Sweat glistens like the stars above,
In the rhythm of lust, they move as one.

Every touch, a flame, every kiss, a blaze,
Lost in a fervor, a fervent haze.
The world dissolves, leaving just the two,
Bound by a hunger, fierce and true.

As night deepens, their fevered pace,
Echoes of passion fill the space.
In the crucible of night, they meld,
Two souls ignited, a love compelled.

When dawn breaks and shadows flee,
They part with a promise of secrecy.
For in the dance of storms and night,
They find their paradise, their fiery light.