ARGENTINA. Buenos Aires Through Harold’s Lens:
Pining. Pining. Pining.
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Find yourself in the video below.
Let go.
Be one with your partner.
May blazing flames rise slowly as you dance tightly embraced with the one you love.
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Sensuality Of The Tango #5. Flavors From BA.
ARGENTINA. Buenos Aires Through Harold’s Lens:
Perky. Perky. Perky.
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Sensuality Of The Tango #4. Flavors From BA.
ARGENTINA. Buenos Aires Through Harold’s Lens:
Sassy. Sassy. Sassy.
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Sensuality Of The Tango #3. Flavors From BA.
ARGENTINA. Buenos Aires Through Harold’s Lens:
Passion. Passion. Passion.
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Sensuality Of The Tango #2. Flavors From BA.
ARGENTINA. Buenos Aires Through Harold’s Lens:
Desire. Desire. Desire.
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Sensuality Of The Tango. Flavors From BA.
ARGENTINA. Buenos Aires Through Harold’s Lens:
“Oh Harold, stop pushing”, the Nikon D300s camera squealed.
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“Your soft hand is gripping me so hard”, the 70-200mm telephoto lens soothed.
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“Are you taking secret photographs of me”, the LCD screen hollered.
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“I’m really pissed. I get no action” screamed the Nikon D80 camera from inside the gear bag.
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“Oh Harold. Harold. Harold. That feels so, so good”, purred the Gitzo GT 2540 tripod as the smooth, oiled legs extended.
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“Tight fit, my man”, growled the 4GB Compact Flash Card.
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“Please release me forever”, the Really Right Stuff Ballhead swooned.
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“Faster. Faster. Faster”, the frames per second howled.
Minds wander deeply.
Bury into the soul.
Watching the explosive sensuality of the tango.
Inner Passion. Flavors From BA.
ARGENTINA. Buenos Aires Through Harold’s Lens:
You don’t know her.
I do!
Sophie.
Relaxed. Sophie casually waited to dance. Tango music moving her spirit. Swaying to the sounds of the rhythm. Sophie loves to dance. By herself. Or with a woman. Or with a man.
Waiting to be asked.
But not for the reason the other women were waiting.
They wanted a fantasy.
They wanted young. Stud. Latin. Chiseled face. Piercing eyes. Hot-blooded.
Shirt buttons open to six pack abs. Matted intertwined black curls to the navel. Her braless breast pressed against his chest. His pants skin tight. Firm thigh surging between her hot, quivering legs. Moist. An ever hardening muscle slowly slithering its way up against her warm, twitching belly.
Sophie just wanted to feel her inner passion.
The freedom of dancing.
The flowing.
Sophie could dance to the news.
Opera singers feel their inner passion.
The sudden burst forth of Rodolfo’s heartbreaking finale from the opera La Boheme by my Tenor Nephew, Barton.
Guitar players feel their inner passion.
A stray guitar flows into the hands of my musically gifted Grandson Jarod as he weaves out his latest composition. “The Story”.
You feel your inner passion.
The keyboard of your desk. Your fingers rhythmically listening. A musical favorite.
The freedom of letting go. The spirt rising. The release.
Doing what you love. Doing what you really feel.
Deep down inside.
Your inner core talking.
Your inner passion.
Embrace Her. Flavors From BA.
ARGENTINA. Buenos Aires Through Harold’s Lens:
Come on men.
Tango with her.
One step back, one step to the right, a step to the side and then several steps forward.
Move smoothly in the soft embrace of that curvy swooning woman.
Favorite Image Selection From Through Harold’s Lens: Fantasy Of Passion! Flavors From BA.
ARGENTINA. Buenos Aires Through Harold’s Lens:
High noon.
The warm, golden sun washes the city square.
You stand alone in your sultry, swishy dress with bared midriff watching the intertwined couples dance lustfully to the romantic and sexy music.
A tall, handsome man appears in front of you.
He bows gracefully. In a language you don’t comprehend, he asks you to dance.
Your reflex is hesitant, until you peer into his deep inviting eyes and roll over his tanned face.
Your finger tips touch with electricity as he gracefully escorts you among the other dancers.
Your afternoon is consumed in the arms of your stranger to the rhythm of the earthy music, the swish of your skirt, the twists and intertwining of your legs to the sensuous Tango.
This happens everyday, only in Buenos Aires!
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Tango in Town.
MEXICO. San Miguel de Allende Through Harold’s Lens:
Tango.
A dance made for lovers.
If there’s one dance that people consider romantic and sexy, that would be the Tango.
The sultry dresses women wear!
The swing and movement of a woman’s legs.
The beat of the earthy and dramatic music.
The swish of the tight, black, silky skirt is a mesmerizing site indeed.
