I've had electric before

Electric is nice

Electric is tingles 

 

Electric is yummy

When my lips touch your skin

And my eyes close with satisfaction 

 

But you are a grandfather clock

 

And yes

I'm a poet 

Who's bad at analogies

 

Touching you

Is feeling everything fall

Exactly into place

 

Everything clicks

Like gears 

Made to fit each other grooves

 

I turn

Your lips are there

Waiting

 

I press into you 

You're body is there

Ready 

 

I fit snuggly against your side

Every nook 

A perfect fit 

 

You know exactly how to touch me

You know exactly how to move me 

And I'm wound up in anticipation

Waiting for the stroke of 12