Lovers dance a tumultuous tango. Through their fierce choreography, a passionate story of love and anger unfolds. Again and again they attract and repel in intense conflict until the magnetic energy between them becomes more than they can bear.

Following the extreme contortion comes another dance act, this one a pas de deux performed by two men to a Spanish tango, an aggressive and violent dance. Their lanky, perfectly sculpted, and nearly naked 6-foot-2 frames instantly command attention—and an anxious, curious silence. Johan, the Swedish blond in nothing but Jockeys as white as he is, stands tall across from Patrick, the sultry West Indian in dark briefs that blend with his velvet skin. They tiptoe in cautious circles, eyeing each other as suspiciously as wrestlers about to pounce. Then, for five minutes, before a riveted audience, the pair lock arms, shove one another away, embrace, attack, cuddle, pull apart. And then there’s that kiss. A ferocious, lusty, lingering kiss, the explosive culmination and combination of all the varied emotions expressed in the movements that come before. As the men pull apart, their faces instinctively crush together yet again for a moment before they slink together off the stage.