I know a dark, secluded place.....

.....a place
where no one
knows your face.
A glass of wine,
a fast embrace.
It's called
Hernando's Hideaway
....ole....

(no need to thank me for the earworm, it's my pleasure;-))

Still tripping the heavy domestic to a strict tango tempo.....I may have to upgrade to a serious Sabre Dance tomorrow though, the kitchen floor needs a wash....'nuff said.......