The curves I know.

The hair shimmers down as long as it grows.

The skin as smooth and shines as much as it glows.

She dips it down low.

Pops back and forth until she hits the spot where she can’t contain herself and has to let go.

The flow, heavy as it wants to be.

One lucky person gets the treat, it’s like a symphony.

A thousand sounds coming together in sparks.

This is, Electricity.