A shiver.
What you are to me;
An inexplicable quiver.
A thump in my chest,
Which puts me off-guard -
Throws me off-beat.
And I tremble,
And there's a buzzing in my fingertips;
There’s desire coursing right through
To my fingertips.
It's physical, darling;
I'm physical.
We're physical beings
And, by God, I wouldn't change that.
I could never want to lose that.
And how wonderful,
That everything you are –
All the complex,
Inexplicable,
Things that you are to me
Can be summed up in this one:
This shiver.
