Electric Butterflies

You spin me around and I forget how to dance. 
But you smile into my eyes
And my hand meets your hand. 

My heart feels at home, 
my heads in a trance, 
as you spin me around the kitchen
and I forget how to dance. 

The night is young
and the lights are warm but dim.
we knew all we needed 
were the electric butterflies
​that surrounded me and him.