Golden haze on your shoulder,
bassline drips like summer rain;
you flick a glance, my pulse folds over,
playing keep-away with my name.
Whisper-tricks in the moonlit static,
laughing just beyond my reach;
every touch is almost-magic,
every exit leaves a breach.
Tease me, free me,
spin me through the spark;
hold me, scold me,
love me in the dark.