The Electricity

Your hand grazes mine and the world blurs,

every sound folds into a single spark,

every breath thickens with heat

I can’t name but can’t resist.

It isn’t just contact,

it’s a spell unraveling,

pulling me deeper than I meant to go.

I lean closer,

not because I have to,

but because the air between us

already belongs to you.

The curve of your smile,

the tilt of your head,

they pull me in like tides

answering a moon.

And then;

it shifts.

I realize it isn’t just the thrill,

isn’t only hunger.

It’s the way your presence

teaches me to trust my own heartbeat again.

The way even chaos feels like rhythm

when I’m pressed against your skin.

Each moment grows louder,

not frantic,

but certain,

a language carved in touch,

in fire,

in surrender.

And I keep coming back,

not chasing,

but choosing,

because love with you

is both gravity and flight,

weightless and inevitable,

wild yet steady,

always new,

always more.