The dark was a friend <br />For their tango; <br />In the blankets <br />It would be bliss. <br />Silhouettes of two forms <br />Joined by passionate activity; <br />It was a fever <br />In their bones. <br />There was moaning <br />And a creaking of the bed; <br />A shout was the climax <br />The denoument was relaxing. <br />He rolled over and said <br />I love you; <br />Then he sighed deeply <br />And went to sleep.<br /><br />samuel nze<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tango-3/
