The lovers stilled to watch their hearts dance.

Between them was more than chemistry, more than sparks. It was a charge that buzzed through the air, crackling over the goosebumps of the crowd.

They were electric. Magnetic.

In the right mood- pulled together and impossible to unstick. Circling one another, always touching and never looking away.

In the wrong mood- violently repelled and relentlessly repulsed. But even then every action was reactionary, unable to do anything that wasn’t tied to the other.

Two halves of one force of nature.

via Daily Prompt: Magnetic