Quick halting movements, like those flies that suddenly change direction in mid air. A foot slides along polished boards, a stamp , a head thrown back- is there a rose between her teeth. Foreplay – it’s foreplay on the floor, the dance around the subject, the real hot blooded business to come later, but now its eyes locked  and a fast advance to the far side. The music driving along with staccato pulses from the accordion and  violin. I almost hear a castanet blended in with the footsteps.  Skin wraps around skin, sexuality oozing from every pore, every arch of her back as he leans her over and thrusts her back to vertical. Focused on the next steps, heads straight and proud as eagles eyeing their surrounds. Private and intimate in their world yet public and on display – a conundrum. Steps practiced so well that the two become one, a machine, one thought one mind- as they will become- after.

First dinner date, the conversation is on entree, nothing major yet- no big reveal at this stage, just finding common ground, feeling nerves dancing inside, playing tango with the salt and pepper shakers, dancing around each others obvious attraction- why bother with dinner, just get straight to it, but no, they’ll tango all the way through dinner and then the bedroom will become desert, the dance floor,firm skin tangoing around the bed in a stop start eruption of passion, maybe the foxtrot or the mambo might come into play…….