Finishing Touch Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum

you could be the finishing touch
the varnish on the newly sanded wood
to give me my shine in my steps and in my smile
the person who has my arm hooked around her back
but sometimes I release it for just a few seconds
so that I can twirl your body and admire every inch
as it spins around me like a moon in orbit
as we dance with each other
like Fred Astaire and Ginger Rodgers
we are made for each other
our chemistry is so hot
it doesn't need a bunson burner to boil it over
we could make such sweet potions