INTENSE. You have to get into the intensity of the dance, your partner, the music, the drama of it all. You have to be fearless. You have to trust your body and allow it to be seduced. This is the Tao of Tango.
It is indeed intense with us. More intense than I could have ever dreamed up. We are explosive. We are gentle. I have never in my life felt this kind of passion. My body responds as if it has a will of its own. He catches me off guard. He sees me. He sees me in ways that so many did not, could not, would not. He asks if I am trying to blow his mind...truth be told he is blowing mine.
Tango is more intense than I thought possible. I knew of the history and I have been in awe as well as inspired by those who dance the Tango. It is the most seductive dance and greedily requires you to surrender. I surrender. I am surrendering.
He loves me. Always has. I love him. Always have. Our friendship transcends time and space. That will not change...this love. What looms on the horizon is how to join our lives. Should we join our lives. Perhaps the intensity will burn out and we will leave each other to our lives. Perhaps the intensity will bond us...like hot molten steel constructing a new foundation which to build upon.
I am committed to the Tango. It speaks to my sexual feminine. I feel like a woman in love.
I am a woman in love.
The Love Story continues...