Tango of love

Tango of squished mango, mess on the floor,

You danced too close — now I want more.

Juice on your fingers, heat in your eyes,

We spin in a salsa of sticky goodbyes.

No rules, no grace, just wild desire,

Slipping on sweetness, hearts on fire.

Passion went sideways, chaos in flow,

In the tango of mango — we lost control.

I tried to hold the shape, the taste,

But sweet things never go to waste.

Dripped down my hands, ran through my chest —

Love was a fruit we couldn’t digest.

[Bridge] Tango of mango, sweet and low,

Slipped on the juice — now here we go.