Heat

Look into my eyes,

With your soft gaze,

Part your lips slightly,

I'm in a daze.

Your body doesn't have to touch mine,

I can feel the flames;

You softly brush my shoulder,

And I feel the flames burn higher.

The touch of your hand on mine,

Is hot enough to melt me,

My skin turns to burning cinders,

Every time you kiss my neck.

You trace your fingers down my spine,

And it feels like hot stones on my back,

It feels warming,

Not scalding,

Sending shivers through my bones.

You turn to me;

Kiss me like there is no tomorrow,

Maybe there isn't?

I don't care,

I'm lost in lust,

And;

lost in love,

As our bodies touch.