The electricity between us

can be felt without a single touch

Shockwaves sent through quick glances

The closer we get

Static creates a spark

Trying to manage the perfect frequency

Eye lid scenes of ecstasy

There is a vibe going on

flowing through the air

Locking eyes, then breaking the hold

The more we breathe in

Concocting the aroma of the perfect fragrance

Fingers twitch from being anxious

The fire brewing around us

making for a mysterious glow

Allowance for a longer look

The more we stare

Energy emanating from our eyes

Mental pictures for the perfect frame

Drawn to each other; moths to a flame


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