me when i zap you

yes, they would. you're a bit of a dynamite, aren't you? you have a bomb ready to explode instead of a heart, baby. people are drawn to you because you're a hurricane, full of energy, a wild spirit. you know what you like, and you put little pieces of yourself in everything you make, and do. you're talented, passionate. it's like the fire inside you never truly dies- it becomes higher, bigger, hotter. i wonder if someone would be able to turn that into a bonfire. you remind me so much of those scorching hot nights in august, sprawled on the beach, hair sticky and lips salty. you remind me of pretty fireworks exploding in the sky, painting it with each color of the rainbow. you'd make a great lover, by the way.