The whole of my being.
I am nothing except in your arms.
I hear nothing but the music and your gentle breathing.
Our embrace contains us and everything that's important to us.
I can feel the ground pressing against my feet, and through our chests I can feel the ground pressing against your feet.
I know where you are. You know where we're going. We know our mind.
The whole of our being. Tango.
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