You grab a hold of all my static and place all my particles perfectly where they are preordained.
The way you budge piques my interest.
You stimulate me in way that evokes emotion. I am not biased.
Just when I feel myself begin to lose control, your touch grounds me.
As a fire burns bright of orange and red embers, I remain cautious as not to give in.
But you still find a way to make me melt.