The full moon is high, in velvety diamond
clad sky,
The air is balmy warm; the night takes on its
form,
The wine is ruby red; she has only love in
her head,
She´s on nightly prowl, she hears the old
wolf howl,
Tango is gently playing, young bodies softly
swaying,
Smoke & perfume mingled, her skin
deliciously tingled,
The music fills the air & she seductively
tosses her hair,
She walks through old door & across the
dancing floor,
Then she saw him & knew, that like him,
there were few,
Eyes met & he smiled, she was charmed &
shyly beguiled,
He filled her heart & sight, that young
man dressed all in white.
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