From my teakettle to the stove

I’ll admit I was a little cold at first.

You see, I’d been with a couple of T-bags,
and after I was dumped, things just felt so empty.
I wasn’t sure if anyone would ever fill me up again.

But I swear, sparks flew when we met,
and it wasn’t long before I warmed up to you.
The red hot feelings you gave me
were simply so much more than merely electric.

It’s clear now that things are getting steamy.
There’s something bubbling up from deep inside of me,
making me want to tell the world what’s transpiring.

And I hope you won’t mind if I pour my heart out,
but I feel like we were made for each other.