My hair is standing on end the closer she is to me
I can see my arm hairs standing at attention
These little soldiers on my arm are just waiting for it
Waiting for the command, and the lightning to fly
Rosy cheeks seemingly innocent and tame but I know better
I know the potential. The build up is immense and the release…
Beyond mere shock. Past the subtly of the electric chair.
This release is pure energy. Barely imaginable power.
From such a frail frame the pink cheeks turn bright red,
The air feels charged and dust, hair, every molecule shudders,
stops and then…
The bolt hits me square, grabbing my cheeks,
messing my hair and filling me with pure, electric
Dragon on the Ledge