The thing about clothes is that
They do nothing to suppress the heat that
Warms my body from the contact with yours
Arms around neck
Chest to chest connect
Hands placed on waist
Fire at each point of contact
You hold me close
Squeezing me tighter than you ever have before and
Letting your hands slide just a little lower
Are you trying to make me hot?
I am molten at my core
Transforming from solid state to liquid under your fingertips
Sinking into your skin until you are hot by association
What type of fiery chemistry is this?
I can't remain the same when I am in your arms, touched by your hands
I literally become a hot mess
Melting all over you.