I miss the heat
Of feeling complete
Rubbing of us together
Electric feel of your touch
Transferring of energy to one another
It radiates, my lips when pressed against yours
A chemical reaction
There is no calorimeter to measure a fever
Desire
Burning
Sensation of your touch
White hot would be cold compared to your whispers upon my ear
Internal energy pumps a reservoir
A volcano
Latent engine
Thermodynamic your eyes
As T is for Temperature and your tropical heat
A Zeroth law
Equilibrium of seared eagerness
Passion untouched
A sweltering intensity as I pull you close
Fervor thoughts
A torridness
As I grab and pin you down
An escalation of cayenne kisses
Vulcan flames
God of fire
Burning me up
Sethlans tools
Your ogee
My decadent desire