Fuckin’ Electric (Lightning in a Bottle)

You are chaos in the form of a body,
Lightning bottled just long enough to be lethal,
The kind of lover that turns every touch into an event–
Every room we enter becomes a danger zone,
A place where I can feel my old life burning off,
Where shame is stripped out by charge and the rules collapse under your grin.
Every time I reach for you, I get a jolt–
A voltage that leaves me breathless, a circuit closed
By the wildness in your eyes, the way you grab my face and make me forget
Everything that doesn’t taste like you.

We are a riot of sweat and profanity–
Electric currents passing through sheets,
Nails scraping my back, the tang of ozone in the air,
The shock of your mouth on my neck,
The laugh that dares me to lose control.
The world falls away when we collide–
It’s not just sex, it’s weather,
Thunderstorms inside my chest,
Rain falling sideways,
Heart pounding,
Every muscle drawn tight, every nerve tuned to the key of now.

There’s nothing safe in this love–
I am willing to risk everything, to be consumed,
To surrender my pulse, my dignity,
For the taste of chaos that lives in your bones.
Your hands command me,
Your body orders me to stay,
To let myself be shocked back to life
Every single fucking night.

Outside, nobody sees the current we make–
We walk through the world with secrets humming under our skin,
Knowing we are the storm they’ll never understand,
A force so raw and merciless it can’t be controlled.

When it’s over, I collapse in your arms,
Still buzzing, still hungry,
Knowing I’m changed every time–
A little less careful, a little more wild,
A little more myself,
In your electric, brutal, perfect love.