Flashback – She’s A Sensitive Girl

She’s got lightning in her hair,
I swear,
I got a shock,
one night,
tucking her in,
after our weekly wine and whine night.

I stroked the lightning,
leaking from her head,
she pulled me down,
and I became her teddy bear.

My eyes were flickering all night,
lightning tickling my neck,
clouded kisses when she thought I’d fallen asleep.

I was shocked,
still,
a timid teddy bear,
hoping we would wake up,
as more than friends.

She’s a sensitive girl,
when the lights are low,
and nobody can see,
that she loves me back.