She Flips My Switch

In the 21st Century we don’t make love by candlelight
We hook up beneath a light bulb.
They keep telling me we’re in the age of electricity
But can I help it if I suffer from an energy crisis?
I imagine her staring pensively into a screen
Waiting for Casanova to fill her inbox,
Instead I think I’ll drop by with a simple request:
Flip my switch, turn me off, lets do this unplugged and in the dark.
I want a connection that isn’t measured by speed
But rather by how slow we wish the minutes would pass
When we’re together and seeking to appreciate
The beauty of flesh and blood.