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When we touch, sparks fly, zipping between our finger tips. What electricity we have; It's shocking, like our connection is rated in volts, and we score off the charts. When we kiss, I feel jolted with energy that is so sweet, so heated; It's like fireworks are exploding inside our bodies up into our hearts, making them beat a million miles an hour. The electric current, those bright firework in every color, jump-started my heart, and now it won't stop, continuously speeding up like an engine speeding down the open highway. You are so sweet, my addiction, and I can't get enough. I would take a lighting strike if it meant we could be together. Though every time we are, whenever we touch, hug, kiss, lightning strikes me anyway, and sparks erupt through our bodies like a storm. Our chemistry creates a hurricane, drenching us in passion, in rain; electricity flowing between us like an endless tornado, sweeping us up and pulling us together. We hold on like our lives depend on it, and sometimes it truly feels like without that pulsing energy, our hearts would stop. So I will not let go, no. I will hold on tight, and forever let our sparks fly.
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Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 1:13 PM UTC
Sparks Fly
When we touch, sparks fly, zipping between our finger tips. What electricity we have; It's shocking, like our connection is rated in volts, and we score off the charts. When we kiss, I feel jolted with energy that is so sweet, so heated; It's like fireworks are exploding inside our bodies up into our hearts, making them beat a million miles an hour. The electric current, those bright firework in every color, jump-started my heart, and now it won't stop, continuously speeding up like an engine speeding down the open highway. You are so sweet, my addiction, and I can't get enough. I would take a lighting strike if it meant we could be together. Though every time we are, whenever we touch, hug, kiss, lightning strikes me anyway, and sparks erupt through our bodies like a storm. Our chemistry creates a hurricane, drenching us in passion, in rain; electricity flowing between us like an endless tornado, sweeping us up and pulling us together. We hold on like our lives depend on it, and sometimes it truly feels like without that pulsing energy, our hearts would stop. So I will not let go, no. I will hold on tight, and forever let our sparks fly.
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Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 1:13 PM UTC
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