Tango Nuevo

My dear I must say,
you look so becoming in your
fluttery red-
flamenco tart-
tight-
satin
dress-
though you seem a bit awkward in the shoes.

Try to keep my lead.

You will dance
head held high
neck rigid-
that's right darling,
you be strong
and dance for me.

I've been working hard
all day
My legs are stiff,
I may be a bit sweaty,
but baby,
I can take you by the waist
and show you what I've got.

We take the floor.
tell the story in 4/4 time.

Stomp stomp say my feet.
Jingle jangle say my spurs.
Click click, say your heeled toes.
Swish swish say your skirts.

I work you hard-
thigh to thigh.
Sweeping, elegant steps,
complicated footwork.

I push you
I pull you.
You follow my lead.
Dance puppet dance.

I admire your strength,
but I have to admit,
I can't wait to rip that dress off of your
nubile limbs,
and degrade you.

Why?

For the same reason I break a beautiful horse.
I dominate.
I wear the spurs
because I like knowing they are there.


Dip you down low,
admire the fine arch of your back,
gaze down your decolletage.

Be strong.
Dance for me.