her brown hair was like
non-insulated
stranded copper wires
of high current carrying capacity,
her dark-black eyes were like voltage,
and my resistance was very low
her hips were like power supply
with two step-up transformers
the dulcet words she whispered
were like electrons flowing
in my ears
when she approached me,her gait
was like magnetic attraction,
and we had unlike poles
her hands on mine were like
magnetic sparks,like that
of a short-circuited contactor
the magnetic field was the
dark-grey carpet we were standing
on
and her red sappy lips
were like ground wire
as she kissed my cheeks
and the shock was neutralised
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 10:04 PM UTC
her brown hair was like
non-insulated
stranded copper wires
of high current carrying capacity,
her dark-black eyes were like voltage,
and my resistance was very low
her hips were like power supply
with two step-up transformers
the dulcet words she whispered
were like electrons flowing
in my ears
when she approached me,her gait
was like magnetic attraction,
and we had unlike poles
her hands on mine were like
magnetic sparks,like that
of a short-circuited contactor
the magnetic field was the
dark-grey carpet we were standing
on
and her red sappy lips
were like ground wire
as she kissed my cheeks
and the shock was neutralised
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