Sexy Tango In The Night

Flat damp alley with flickering neon tubes, Entry by a door fashioned like a star, The ice-buckets tinkle frozen cubes, Ringlets of smoke curl in the café noir, The cabaret begins. The champagne bubbles blink the rhythm of the night, Black net tango legs stand astride, Alfonso’s hat tilts; patent shoes guide stilettos right, Synchro bodies glide so seductive side by side. As the night air sucks the music’s fashion, Lola flirts a hint of “yes” to stir his passion, He holds her high in light atop, As the music ascends to a staccato stop. The accordion screams The well known beat, Dancing flirting crossing the floor, No mistakes with those sexy feet. My friend slides To the edge of his chair With the champers drunk Transfixed in a stare It’s not Alfonso he eye’s in his shoes, but himself! ” As the mirrored vision ripples across the room, Now a master in his mind He holds Lola close. He’s not a dancer just a prancer, Praying on a dog chance, As the party fades in different moods, He slowly caress’- the trickle icy cubes.