Winter dry,
static sparks,
under heavy blankets,
flashing blue arcs.

My hand travels towards you
creeping with desire,
a trail of heat behind it
glowing hot like a fire.

I slide near you,
electricity pops and cracks,
when we touch,
like magnets attract.

Our touching lips,
could not be pried,
bodies come together
like full moons tide.

Our crashing waves
about to overflow,
strobing lights,
from frictions glow.