Come, Let's Make A Date

There is just something about the Tango. Have you ever watched it? I was watching a travel channel program featuring Buenos Aires, Argentina. The place were the Tango was born. Buenos Aires looks fascinating and has an amazing history to it, but the real reason I'd take anyone up on an Argentinean vacation would be because of the Tango. There just isn't a sexier dance.

The sexiness of it isn't hard to understand when you look at Tango's history. It's said to have started in the lower class quarters; brothels to be exact. It might have been an excellent advertising tool for "the girls." Something developed to ensure a "score."

Imagine it: he sees that girl over there at the bar. She's got jet black hair being held together in a tight knot at the back of her head with a scarlet colored scarf. He notices the flash of her dark eyes. She's a healthy girl, with a nice voluptuous figure. But the night is young and there are so many women here. Maybe he will take his time, have another drink and consider his options.

Then she slinks over to him, letting her feet hesitate in each step just enough for her walk to be sultry. She's got "that look" in her eyes. Her dress flares and moves tantalizingly, hinting at a young lithe body underneath. Her shoulders have a feline quality about them. Her arms are lazy in her gait. Her attitude is alluring.

Before he knows what is happening, she's taken up residence in his arms and they're locked into rhythm with each other. Her eyes sneak a glimpse at his mouth, then dart back to his eyes. He looks down at her neck, her collar bone, her breasts, then he comes back up to her eyes for some air. Her leg wraps around his, ankle caressing his calf. His hand on the small of her back feels muscle form and move underneath the skin.

See the dip? He did that for a reason. It's a not-so-subtle hint at how and what they will do when there aren't so many people around. A quick slide and a twirl brings her back up and their eyes lock. Mouths are open, tasting the air they're both giving off. Pheromones have a role in the dance too.

*Sighs*

Its origins might have been base and rude, but now it's an art. Even the upper classes want to learn it. They go in droves to Argentina for a chance at having a lesson or two. I would jump at the chance to be as alluring and sensual in a dance.

Did someone turn the heat on?