Spark

When I touch you, there's this electricity

That passes through my fingertips.

I feel the current running through me

From the tips of my toes to the edge of my lips.

It's a shock that gets me,

It runs deep inside, throughout all of my veins.

There is no such dublicate –

The watts are never quite the same.

You're the only one

Who can ignite me.

You're the only one

Who makes me spark so excitedly.